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Post by Sorrl on Mar 21, 2011 13:04:53 GMT -5
{ Feel free to join in the trouble making... Or ye could try to stop us...  } Pounding down the stairs towards the cellars, Sorrl gave Asterfall quite the run for her money. He was almost standing on her tail as the reached the stairs, and almost slipped under her outstretched arm on the way down, but despite his best efforts, the trouble maker landed on the stone floor of the cellar second. Cartwheeling around Sorrl, Asterfall gleefully informed the squirrel that he was slower than a beetle on a summer's day. *"Hmpff. You got a head start, of course you'd win," Sorrl retorted. Not the greatest comeback, but then again, witticisms weren't the squirrel lad's forte. "...It looks like nobody's down here. Perfect!" cried the squirrel, after a quick look around. Rubbing his paws together gleefully, he started towards the many barrels lining the walls of the cellars. "Whoa... I didn't think we had this many barrels! We could float the entire abbey with all of this!" It was a truly magnificent sight. Three rows deep of barrels of all sizes, all laying on their sides along two opposite walls of the cellar and stretching out as far as the eye could see in the dim lamp light. "...We should probably start by finding barrels that're the same size. I don't think anyone would think October Ale was in one of the tiny ones." *Bunny'd with permision |
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Post by Asterfall on Mar 25, 2011 11:06:33 GMT -5
Asterfall turned her last cartwheel and sprang beside Sorrl, her paws on her waist. She bounced up and down on her footpaws, shivering more with excitement than anything else, though the cellars trickled coolness into her fur.
"Head starts, other wise known as general cheating, is what makes the winning squirrel!" Asterfall said cheerily, as if it was a great old proverb.
"...It looks like nobody's down here. Perfect!"
Asterfall nodded, though Martin knows what kind of things could be hiding behind the rows of barrels. She gazed around the cellar, at the barrels stacked on their sides on top of each other. There was a small round table in one corner with a few barrels for sitting. A half-wrapped cheese and a small keg with spile and tap were set on the table.
"...We should probably start by finding barrels that're the same size. I don't think anyone would think October Ale was in one of the tiny ones."
"Which ones do y'think are for the Nameday feast? D'you suppose they're marked when they're ready for drinking?" Asterfall asked, walking to a row of barrels and tipping her head sidways, trying to make out what it said.
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Post by Sorrl on Mar 26, 2011 9:39:25 GMT -5
"Which ones do y'think are for the Nameday feast? D'you suppose they're marked when they're ready for drinking?"
Asterfall posed a good question. Sorrl took a few seconds to think about it, then said,
"No... I think they choose the drinks depending on what we're gonna eat. So what goes good with Spring-y foods?" The question was more to himself to anyone, but he stated it out loud anyways. Better for the brain, he decided long ago, to verbally plan than mentally plan. You came up with more ideas if you talked yourself through it. Crouching down and reading several barrels, the troublesome youth made a decision.
"Ah. Here! Let's take this'n with Strawberry Fizz, and switch names with this'n. It's about the same size, right?" The one he pointed out had a very untidy scrawl on it, making Sorrl take several moments longer to decipher it. He really had only chosen the barrel because of the similar size. Ah! Sorrl had it now. It was a barrel of elderberry... wine. Really! Imagine spelling "wine" with a "Y" and three "n"s!
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Post by Asterfall on Mar 26, 2011 12:09:38 GMT -5
"Okay, I guess that makes sense..." Asterfall said, not entirely convinced. Looking around in the cellar however, she decided that they had poised themselves at the correct barrels. She walked around on the cold stone floor, peeking behind rows of barrels and kegs and all those other fancy words for different containers of drinks. The drinks that were deeper stacked and harder to access must be the ones that weren't prepared or hadn't sat long enough yet.
Asterfall peered over Sorrl's shoulder for a moment or two, then decided something.
"I'll find matching barrels and you can remark them." She plunked down on the cool floor, criss crossing her legs and scratching at a point just above her right eye.
"What do I like to drink in spring...?" She said, thinking aloud. "Buttercup and Honey Cordial... and Strawberry Fizz, and Dandelion and Burdock Cordial." She paused.
"I think older beasts like Damson wine. And Elderberry wine. October Ale is more of an autumn drink, isn't it?" She asked, as much to herself as to her brother. "There was something else I've had... tasted like wintry rhubarb, it was delicious! Cup of... cup of something. Maybe it's better for winter. Or summer..."
Asterfall abandoned her thinking and lept up, milling about the barrels and trying to decipher what they said. She found two firkins of the same size labeled Butirkup an' Hunee Corjul and Dannilyon Corjul. She found two medium barrels labeled Strabree Fzz and a third one the same size with Damzzen wyn scribbled on it. She found two more barrels of Eldrbari wynnn. She rolled them all over to Sorrl except the bigger ones.
Dusting her paws off, she observed the other barrels in the cellar. "Aaah, this is good. Do we need more?"
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Post by Sorrl on Mar 26, 2011 15:41:56 GMT -5
Sorrl examined the goodly assortment of barrels before him. Yes, this oughta be enough. It would surprise the squirrel greatly if the abbey dwellers drank more than this amount. Even if they did, the prank would still have a great effect. Nodding happily, he rubbed off the "Strabree Fzz" and replaced it with a cunningly imitated "Eldrbari wynnn"
After finishing the name swap on those two barrels, he started for another pair of barrels, but was stopped by a sudden fit of giggles. This was just too much. If this plot worked out, they'd be the talk of the abbey for ages afterward. Getting over his conniptions of laughter, Sorrl started his forgery on the next pair.
"Tee-hee... This is gonna (giggle) be (snort) hilariou--hahahehahahehaha!"
Oops! Hopefully no one heard that, thought the squirrel, quickly stifling the thunderous laughter.
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Post by Asterfall on Mar 26, 2011 21:33:37 GMT -5
Asterfall surveyed their operation with satisfaction, her paws in her favorite position - on her waist. It made her feel important. They had nine total barrels. Even though Sorrl didn't reply, Aster read his approving expression. If the Abbey managed to drink all of this, they would drown before they needed more. A small crooked smile crept across Asterfall's mischievous features at the impressive exhibit. She watched Sorrl switch two barrels with impressive imitation of cellarhog handscript and reach out two start on another twosome but couldn't complete his gesture because his face split into joyous laughter.
Asterfall smiled bigger at her brother's giggles. She knelt down behind him, patting him on the back. "Woa, don't forget to breath!" She said, laughing herself. "But you're right!" She sat down and cupped her head in her paws, staring at the ceiling as wistful images swam in front of her dreamy eyes. "Just think - we'll be the only ones who know! Heehehaha -We'll just stroll along and get our Strawberry Fizz - wahahaha!" She giggled harder, trying to finish her sentence. " - from the one marked Damson Wine - and - ahaha - everyone will wonder why we're drinking that - but - wahahaha!" In a matter of seconds she fell on top of her twin brother in helpless giggles. Observe the surreptitious cackling of two devious squirrels.
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Post by Sorrl on Mar 27, 2011 13:13:44 GMT -5
After several long minutes of laughing, Sorrl finally managed to stop. Gasping for breath, he moved on to his third set of barrels. This was just too easy. Imitating the sprawling scrawl of the cellarhog was a snap, and he didn't even have to focus on spelling it right. After all, even if he misspelled the misspelling, he doubted the hedgehog'd notice until it was too late. Quickly finishing the pair with a flourish of his charcoal stick, he stood up to head to the next pair.
"Oh," he said, after a quick count of what he had left. "There's an odd number. D'you think I should just name it one of the other barrels?" Suddenly, he had an even better idea. "Or d'you think I should name it somethin' really odd. Who knows when it'll be pulled out then! The cellarhog'd pull it out sometime and say, 'well lookee here! I'm not sure what this means, but it oughta taste good!' ...And then, when everyone tastes it, they'll all say, 'Well I'll be! It's just daneelyon corjul!'" Unable to hold his mirth, he fell over in helpless laughter again.
Who knew you could have so much fun in a cellar?
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Post by Asterfall on Mar 30, 2011 15:20:27 GMT -5
Brushing dust from her paws and examining Sorrl's work like an inspector, Asterfall nodded sagely. "Good forgery." She glanced around the cellar, slightly distracted. She still felt antsy. The prospect of confusing the whole abbey for the Nameday feast was absolutely hilarious - the best prank. But she wasn't doing much. She watched Sorrl finish two more barrels and look at the last three.
"There's an odd number."
Asterfall looked. Yes, I guess so, she thought.
"Or d'you think I should name it somethin' really odd."
A smile spread across her face as she listened. "That's great! Perfect!" She said. "We should name it something with a lot of words. Everyone knows that more words makes it taste better." She paused. "...Or something."
Taking action, Asterfall snatched the charcoal stick from her brother. "I'll do this one!" The last three barrels were labeled with two Strawbree Fzz and one Damzzen wyn. Balling her habit sleeve in her fist she rubbed out the title of one of the Strawberry Fizz barrels and poised the charcoal stick about it.
"Let's see..." She thought for several seconds, her paw waiting. After a moment she leaned back on her footpaws to examine her work. It read, Thistlebereee hunny sumrfill pinesap corjul.
"Thistleberry Honey Summerfill Pinesap Cordial. I don't know what it means, but it sounds good!"
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Post by Sorrl on Apr 1, 2011 18:37:53 GMT -5
"Thistleberry Honey Summerfill Pinesap Cordial. I don't know what it means, but it sounds good!"
Sorrl collapsed in a helpless pile of giggles. Asterfall's name was perfect! Trying to get control of himself, Sorrl pulled himself up using one of the barrels. Gasping, he said, "That's the best name, EVER." Unfortunately, speaking and holding in laughter proved too hard. Falling to the floor again, the young squirrel rolled across the cellar's stone floor, helpless in his mirth. Truly, this plan was spectacular. After several long minutes, Sorrl finally controlled his laughter, hopefully for the last time.
"Ok. I think we're done here. Where should we put the barrels now?"
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Post by Asterfall on Apr 5, 2011 9:27:49 GMT -5
Looking at her work with her arms crossed, Asterfall wondered aloud to herself.
"I wonder why cellarhogs always have the best recipes for drinks? Otherbeasts might have great ideas but they just can't make them taste good. Cellerhogs can just whip things up and it's like they instantly taste yummy..." She paused. "I might have great ideas for a drink but it'd probably taste horrible if I tried to make it!" She cried in great distress. Meanwhile, Sorrl had collapsed in helpless laughter again.
"Hey! Stop ignoring my afflictions of desolation and suffering!" Asterfall said, throwing a cork at her brother's head. The projectile had little effect and Sorrl continued rolling on the floor in peals of mirth. It was several long moments before he got a hold of himself while Asterfall tried not to be amused and appear entrapped in the throb of woe.
"Ok. I think we're done here. Where should we put the barrels now?"
Asterfall observed the scattered barrels they had rolled out of their places. "Oh, I dunno. Back to where they were, I s'pose. Not out of place or too prominent so they attract suspicion, but enough in the front of the rows that they'll be picked out for the Nameday feast," She said, rolling one of the barrels into a gap in the rows.
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Post by Sorrl on Apr 7, 2011 20:35:20 GMT -5
Dusting his paws off, Sorrl sighed contentedly. Another prank well done. Or--at least, hopefully well done. You never did know until the prank hit its intended audience. Still, Sorrl was quite confident that his scheme would work. Why wouldn't it? Barrel's names were swapped, barrels put back in place, feast coming up... Even if they weren't chosen for the feast, the barrels'd still make a great impact whenever they were pulled out of the cellar. That was the part that Sorrl decided was sheer genius. It was a plan that couldn't go wrong!
"Well, Aster, how was that for an adventure? We not only got to switch some barrels 'round, but you got to make up a new drink, too!" A plan well planned and well executed, determined the young squirrel, nodding his head in a happily confident way. Now to come up with a new prank...
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