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Post by PERRY DEE CONNORS on Apr 1, 2015 15:41:31 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] OUR PUPPIES [attr="class","next"] ”Miss Perry!” “Miss Perry!”“MISS PERRY!”Perry grabbed the hand towel from the stove and threw it over her shoulder, opening the oven to see a bunch of perfectly shaped chocolate chip cookies beginning to spread themselves out on the cookie tray, “Just a minute, darlings.” She called as she lifted one of the cookies with her spatula. It seemed to flounder helplessly before it collapsed, giving her a clear indication that they weren’t quite finished yet. “Perry!” She ducked out of the oven, closing it and mentally reminding herself to check them again in five minutes. They would be done by then. With a nod, she headed out the door of the orphanage, only to see all fifteen of them playing on the lawn. Fifteen little tikes ranging from the youngest of the young to seventeen. And it was her duty to look after all of them. Perry enjoyed being the orphanage mother — she thought. It was all that she could remember. She had woken up in the morning with 15 kids practically pounding on her door demanding breakfast and she had jumped into it because it seemed like the right thing to do. Still, it bothered her that she couldn’t entirely remember what she had been doing before today. She looked up to see one of the boys with his head peeking out from the large oak that was in the front yard, “Patch, please get out of the tree.” She tapped her foot a few times before reaching up to grab him and help him down, “Do be careful now and — Lucky! Lucky no!” Patch was in Perry’s arms, but before she knew it, Patch seemed to be leading the rest of the children in some sort of dirt fight. They were slinging mud from the yard at one another with the sort of lightening fast reflexes that Perry should have expected from her young kids. “Boys! Girls! Stop and think about this for just one moment and—” She ran into the middle of their decidedly proverbial battlefield and threw up her hands hoping that it would make them stop, but instead, the mud hit her straight in the face. Perry was covered in flecks of mud, but the children still didn’t stop. They took their fight mobile, running around the yard, screaming and dousing each other with soil. If this was her life, then Perry Connors was in for a handful.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2015 23:01:49 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] OUR PUPPIES [attr="class","next"] It was amazing how a simple hello could make a day better. Pongo knew this better than anyone. He made it a point to get to know most, if not all, of his mail patrons. He knew quite a few people in the village and the surrounding areas. That was one thing he loved about delivering the mail, he got to talk to everyone. He met all sorts of people, and saw all kinds of amazing sights. At least, he did today. Yesterday, he was not so sure. he couldn't remember yesterday, or last week, or last year. All he knew was that he enjoyed talking to people, and he loved children. Apparently he chose a pretty good profession. Not sure why he chose it though. For the people? As he was contemplating his unknown past, he roboticly placed mail in mailboxes, exchanged that for outgoing mail and left packages on doorsteps. As if he had been doing this for years. He could have continued in his daze for the rest of his route, had a loud commotion not derailed his train of thought. In the yard across the street a mud fight had just ensued, a beautiful young woman seemed to be trying to reign in the children, unsuccessfully. He paused mid step, watching a wad of mud fly from a growing hand straight onto her face. He couldn't stop the brief laugh that burst from his lips. His hand came to his face, covering his grin. He placed the mail in his hand back into his mail satchel. That could wait. He wanted to see if she needed any help. As he walked across the street he noticed the children. 1, 2, 3... 10, 11... 15. Fifteen children, the oldest looked to be a teenager, the youngest couldn't have been older than 10 or 11. And all of them were screaming happily as they flung mud, trying to dodge the projectiles at the same time. He stepped onto the sidewalk and admired the scene for another moment before scanning the ever moving throng of children for the young woman he had seen before. This time, he felt like he actually saw her. She had auburn hair, nearly black, except for the where the sun hit it. That was a red gold color. Her face could have been sculpted by angels for all he knew. But that was not even the most attractive part about her. He remembered just a few moments ago when she was trying to calm the children down, she was so calm herself, cool, collected. It was as if she was meant to be with those children. He didn't know how he could know that with one look, but for some reason, he knew. "Excuse me, miss." He called out, hoping to catch her attention, raising his arm to help her notice him. However he got more than he bargained for. 16 heads swiveled in his direction. Two children dropped their mud, staring at him. Then they started running, right at him. Pongo froze. What was he supposed to do? These children were barreling at him at full speed. So he did what came natural. He caught both of them, one in each arm and spun them around. "Well, hello to you to!" He said, setting them down as he came down on one knee to be at their height. Little muddy hand prints smeared over his pale blue shirt. But he didn't mind. How could he?
NOTES I am so excited for this!
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Post by PERRY DEE CONNORS on Apr 2, 2015 1:21:04 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] OUR PUPPIES [attr="class","next"] “Excuse me, miss.”All the children seemed to freeze in their tracks, looking at the mailman with their little eyes and she too found that she was drawn towards him. The Mailman. His title was in her head before she even had a chance to proceed it. It was like she knew him. Quite frankly, Perry was tempted to ignore him at first. She most certainly didn’t need help managing the children! She did this all the time, didn’t she? Her hands were suddenly on her face, wiping the mud from her eyes as she got a better look at him. Tall, handsome…There was something familiar about him. Something that sort of seemed to draw her to him, but she refused to acknowledge it, not when she was covered in mud. She must look like a mess! Perry placed her hands on her hips as the children began running at him. Of course they would decide to do that. They would probably damage his lovely shirt! She started running after them, “Lucky! Penny! Don’t you—” But it was too late. They had already wrapped themselves around him as he spun them around in circles. The brunette woman stopped in her tracks as a laugh escaped her lips, but she carefully placed her hand over her mouth to hide the traces of a smile that now sat there. She stood, watching for a few moments as he spun them in circles, laughing as if he had done it a million times before. “I’m terribly sorry about them.” Perry said as she finally managed to find her voice again. She cleared her throat, but couldn’t help but smile a bit when she looked at him, now covered in little mud prints. “They’ve just got a mind of their own.” One of the children came up and wrapped herself around Perry’s legs, practically pinning her in place a few feet from the mailman. She wasn’t sure they had ever properly introduced themselves. “I’m Perdita—Perry. You can call me Perry.” She said, leaning forward. She had to lean forward as the young girl had practically wrapped her arms around the lower half of her body. Perry stuck her hand out a bit further to close the gap and offered him a gentle smile. “MUD FIGHT!” One of the children, Patch, had resumed his mud-slinging and the next shot had landed directly on the mailman’s face. Perry’s eyes were wide — he almost looked speckled with mud spots now! The young child who had been pinning her to her spot ran off to join in the fun; she was free…for now. Perry laughed again before the mud hit her in the back causing her to jump forward and into the mailman. "Oh!"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2015 2:07:15 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] OUR PUPPIES [attr="class","next"] He heard her laugh. One of the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard. What he would he do to hear it again? He couldn't think of anything he wouldn't do. "I'm terribly sorry about them, they've just got a mind of their own." He looked up from the children into her eyes. "Don't worry about it. I don't mind playing with children." He reassured her. A little girl ran away from him and clung to the woman's legs, wrapping herself completely around them. Something about the motion was familiar. He dismissed the thought. He couldn't have seen that before. He had never met these people before. Never. Yet they all seemed so familiar. He could name each of them. Patch was over by the tree, Penny had plopped down in a mud puddle. He knew all of them just by looking. How? "I'm Perdita--Perry. You can call me Perry." He brought his concentration back to Perdita.. Perry. Why did she change her name, he wondered. Then he realized he had not introduced himself either. "I'm Pongo. Well actually I am Rod, but everyone calls me Pongo." he was impressed at his lack of stuttering. He could talk it up with any girl he wanted to set up with Roger, but when it came to his own love life... actually only when it came to this beautiful angel Perry. He was struggling to form coherent thoughts. "Do you not like the name Perdit--" His comment was cut short as a mud ball splattered against his face, coating his teeth, hair, and shirt with mud. He blinked a few times, helping the mud to clear from his eyes. He started laughing, getting ready to throw his own slab of mud. His hand came up from the ground fully loaded and he stood up to get more leverage. But he never got far enough to throw it. Perry fell forward into him. Reflexively his arms secured themselves around her protectively. Her face was close to his now, close enough that he could smell her sweet, but subtle, perfume. He was thankful he had secured himself in a firm stance before she had fallen into him. it felt natural to hold her. But some part of him, a newer part said that he had only just met this woman. He shouldn't be this close to her. He secured his hand on her arms and stood her up straight. "Are you alright, Perry?" he asked her, somehow the space between them still seemed familiar. Just as familiar as before. "What do you say we show these children how to have a real mud fight?" he questioned her, holding up his mud ball that had only partially been spread on the back of her shirt.
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Post by PERRY DEE CONNORS on Apr 2, 2015 2:54:48 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] OUR PUPPIES [attr="class","next"] “It's a pleasure to meet you, Pongo.” She repeated. Perry liked the name — in fact, she liked it a lot more than Rod. Rod seemed stiff, but Pongo; Pongo was a different sort of name entirely. Pongo wrapped his arms around her as she tumbled into him and she felt a blush rise to her cheeks. How terribly improper it was for her to be falling into the mailman! “Oh. Hi. Hello,” Perry looked up at him, finding herself lost in those adorable bright eyes of his. Had she done this before? She couldn’t quite remember falling into the mail delivery man. Almost instantly she forced herself to look away and back toward the children. She was always making sure they weren’t getting themselves into trouble, “Quite alright, I’d imagine.” She said, glancing as the children seemed stunned. Perhaps they hadn’t imagined that they would hit both of the adults. His tight grasp around her waist made the pit of her stomach do something strange — as if it was flip flopping about like a fish out of water. Perhaps she had a crush on Mr. Pongo. That would certainly explain the strange feeling that he gave her, “Perdita just seems so—” She couldn’t think of the word. In fact, she wasn’t sure she would even mind if Pongo called her Perdita, or Perdy, or Perry for that matter. When she finally managed to right herself, they were still close. She didn’t move away — it felt natural, almost. The smile that was on her lips seemed to grow as he pulled the mud from the back of her shirt and formed it into a ball. Normally she would have said no. She would have said that it was improper and not at all the way a lady should act, but…something had gotten into her. She reached into Pongo’s hand and took half of the mud. “I think that’s the best idea you’ve had yet!” With a wink, she advanced on the children — and they scattered. With a mixture of squeals and laughter, Perry chased them through the yard, throwing mud. It was more fun than she could remember having. At least, she thought that was the case. It seemed natural for the 17 of them to be running about the yard as if it was something that they had always done. Children were everywhere, throwing mud and nearly covering themselves in soil. Normally, Perry would have been a mess, but with Pongo by her side, she didn’t seem to mind that there would be an extreme clean-up on her hands later. All she could think was that she was having more fun then ever before. She leaned down and grabbed some more mud and threw it in Pongo’s direction, hitting him square between the shoulders as she laughed, “You’ll have to do better than that!” She called from behind the large oak tree in the middle of the yard. She turned and pinned her back against the tree, putting her finger to her lips to tell the children to not give away her position.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2015 15:58:05 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] OUR PUPPIES [attr="class","next"] He was surprised when she grabbed the mud from his hand. He had half expected her to politely decline, which would have been fine. Just fine. But she didn't. She jumped in head first, throwing the mud ball at the children. He gave a hearty laugh and grabbed some more mud, throwing it at the closet child. He became engrossed in the game, dodging mud attacks while still hitting every one of his targets. Well, every one of his targets that moved into the line of fire. SPLAT! His back arched as he felt mud hit him right between the shoulder blades. He whipped around, looking for the perpetrator. His eyebrows shot up as he zeroed in on the culprit. " Perdy? I mean Perry?" His voice was surprised. "You'll have to do better than that!" she retorted. Pongo leaned down and grabbed two fistfuls of sloppy mud, a wide grin spreading across his already joyful face. Without a word he began running, straight at her. As he ran he let his arm circle back, preparing to fling the mud and land a solid hit. His arm swung forward, letting go of the mud at just the right moment to give it appropriate height and velocity. It flew straight and true... right past Perry's head, only missing it by three feet. Pongo stopped running, and looked at his hand as if it had betrayed him. "I don't know if I have better than that..." he muttered, still grinning. The children screamed happily running around the yard joyfully.
NOTES This is fabulous  I am in love with it.
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