Post by BS on Jan 1, 2005 13:02:00 GMT -5
There once was a lonely taru who spent most of christmas by herself. She lamented her large, lonely mog house. To keep her mind preoccupied, she tried fixing amazing festive feasts from food stored in her festooned furniture. She tried roasting chesnuts among other things, but wound up crying from eating too much crying mustard and woozyshrooms (an odd, yet delicious traditional windurstian dinner).
So she sat to relieve her stomach, as we all must after holiday feasts full of roast beasts.
Yet, no amount of food could sate the emptiness of her heart. She thought about hiding away, perhaps this christmas bush could hide her from her loneliness, fill her with the love the season brings... surrounded by lights, she thought she could find comfort.
But, nothing helped. So the taru set outaru. She strolled among the stoic elvaans, inside the great stone walls and buttresses, but could find no one to comfort her.
Suddenly, she was startled as a small taru gent gently plummeted to the ground after too much egg nog and ginger cookies. That crazy monkey thought he could climb trees, as any amount of rum or brandy cocktails is bound to make the most timid of tarus tenacious and brave... He stood up brushed himself off, and saw the vision of sugar plum that stood before him. She too was sent into rapture by his debonair smile. They sent each other into a panic
The two set out hand in hand, enjoying the holiday together. Our wittle tawu was wonewy no wonger. She had found the love of christmas in the loving kiss of another.
Happy Holidays
Dedicated to my fiance!
p.s. Sorry this story is a little late. I hope you still consider it for the contest. I have just been unable to reach a computer for the past 2 weeks.
So she sat to relieve her stomach, as we all must after holiday feasts full of roast beasts.
Yet, no amount of food could sate the emptiness of her heart. She thought about hiding away, perhaps this christmas bush could hide her from her loneliness, fill her with the love the season brings... surrounded by lights, she thought she could find comfort.
But, nothing helped. So the taru set outaru. She strolled among the stoic elvaans, inside the great stone walls and buttresses, but could find no one to comfort her.
Suddenly, she was startled as a small taru gent gently plummeted to the ground after too much egg nog and ginger cookies. That crazy monkey thought he could climb trees, as any amount of rum or brandy cocktails is bound to make the most timid of tarus tenacious and brave... He stood up brushed himself off, and saw the vision of sugar plum that stood before him. She too was sent into rapture by his debonair smile. They sent each other into a panic
The two set out hand in hand, enjoying the holiday together. Our wittle tawu was wonewy no wonger. She had found the love of christmas in the loving kiss of another.
Happy Holidays
Dedicated to my fiance!
p.s. Sorry this story is a little late. I hope you still consider it for the contest. I have just been unable to reach a computer for the past 2 weeks.
