Oh, Autumn! To lose someone even before we've left the Shire! * Giles gave his new friend a hug of reassurance, his tears over the loss of Emerald joining hers. * If you'd like to keep me company, I'm headed to the barn to build a rabbit trap.
* Giles' feet crunched through crisp morning snow as pale dawn lit cold wispy clouds. Autumn followed in his tracks. Once in the barn, they each gave their ponies a thin nosebag of precious oats and filled their troughs with spring water. Being hungry from trying to go without breakfast, Giles took a small handful of oats to munch on for himself from a half-empty bin. *
* Giles grabbed up his tools and collected steel, bits of wood just the right size for fashioning into pegs, and rope from Farmer Harfoot's scrap pile. Next to the pile stood an oaken barrel with a hole in the side and its metal rim peeling away. A snap of memory came to his eyes. *
Hey Autumn, tomorrow is Daisy's birthday. I can use me some of these barrel-staves to make her a pair of skis.
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