Stacey and Primrose stood by the railing talking a while, when they heard scurrying feet to the side of them. Glancing over, Stacey caught sight of Birdie and Rose ducking behind some crates.
Prim: *quietly* What do you suppose that's about?
Stacey: *Also quiet* Dunno. I have an awful feeling it's not something good.
Oh, Lord, I'd pray for no more "adventures" right now, and thank you for bringing everyone back safe on this one, but If we have to go on another, please give us all strength.
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Giving thanks unto the Father...In whom we have redemption through His blood, even the forgiveness of sins.~Colossians1:12a,14
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I am Samwise son of Hamfast, if by hoe or trowel I can get these weeds out of your garden, I will.You have my shears!;)
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