Unknown Realm: Issue 0004: The Sheep Plants

May 10, 2010 10:51

I noticed that during Passover the City seemed to grip the myths of the Christian faith and twist them about. Being used to the Irish Catholic traditions I found the whole thing intellectually fascinating. I’m hardly the religious sort, you realize. Those who held more firmly to the traditions may have felt less at ease, but it seemed to herald a ( Read more... )

issue 0004, the sheep plants, unknown realm

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horrible_penny May 10 2010, 17:43:54 UTC
Seriously?

No, really. Is this for real, Keats? I mean, I've seen a few extra sheep running around today, but you know how many sheep've been around here lately.

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disregard_death May 10 2010, 23:10:46 UTC
It is, Miss Penny. I still have the plant, I don't know if she'll bud again or not, but you can take a look. Just be careful, sheep can be testy critters.

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disregard_death May 11 2010, 01:24:22 UTC
Miss Penny? I'm starting to wonder if maybe we should be cautious of these sheep. Maybe we should just... wait this one out inside or something.

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horrible_penny May 11 2010, 02:32:13 UTC
Sheep aren't bad. I have six of them hanging around and they're not bad. Kind of nippy and definitely in need of a new home, but not mean.

...Are you saying the plant-sheep are dangerous?

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i_herd_you May 10 2010, 22:40:51 UTC
And if the dears should bite you?

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disregard_death May 10 2010, 23:48:49 UTC
I wouldn't allow something to bite me as an experiment. Though for some reason a poem by Alice Meynell is stick in my head.

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i_herd_you May 11 2010, 00:13:30 UTC
Recite it.

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disregard_death May 11 2010, 00:21:31 UTC
I'm starting to wonder if you know something about this, my friend.

She walks-the lady of my delight-
A shepherdess of sheep.
Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white;
She keeps them from the steep;
She feeds them on the fragrant height,
And folds them in for sleep.

She roams maternal hills and bright,
Dark valleys safe and deep.
Into that tender breast at night
The chastest stars may peep.
She walks-the lady of my delight-
A shepherdess of sheep.

She holds her little thoughts in sight,
Though gay they run and leap.
She is so circumspect and right;
She has her soul to keep.
She walks-the lady of my delight-
A shepherdess of sheep.
-Alice Meynell

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mghtbconcussed May 10 2010, 23:49:42 UTC
...

If they want us to sacrifice things again...just no.

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disregard_death May 11 2010, 00:26:53 UTC
I don't think that's the case this round... something else. My sheep plant does not seem to be budding again.

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mghtbconcussed May 11 2010, 01:55:44 UTC
That's good? I think anyway.

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disregard_death May 11 2010, 13:22:13 UTC
Just be careful, alright? Don't go touching any sheep. I'm right nervous about the whole thing.

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