Who: Fever, Helena, and those threading with them What:January non-event things. When: All month. Where: Across the isle. Warning(s): To be noted in threads individually
Radar excitedly drums his hands against the ground. In a voice like a radio announcer: "Wind up -- and there's the pitch -- !"
On cue, the magic hand winds up with all the overdramatic gusto of a Marx Brother pretending to be a baseball pitcher. Zing! Off goes the rock in a graceful arc -- away from the chicken coop, thankfully -- and hits the ground a dozen yards away with a satisfying thud.
Radar punches the air. There is, indeed, more yelling, and more annoyed clucking from the chickens, plus an irritated bleat from Greta the goat somewhere further afield.
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On cue, the magic hand winds up with all the overdramatic gusto of a Marx Brother pretending to be a baseball pitcher. Zing! Off goes the rock in a graceful arc -- away from the chicken coop, thankfully -- and hits the ground a dozen yards away with a satisfying thud.
Radar punches the air. There is, indeed, more yelling, and more annoyed clucking from the chickens, plus an irritated bleat from Greta the goat somewhere further afield.