The sun breaks over a calm autumn scene. Mist rolls from the gently lapping lake, shrouding the forest and outbuildings in an opaque blanket. It's early, Too early for the dawn chorus of birdsong, too early for nearly anything to be stirring much at all. The silence is punctuated by a familiar sound.
Snufflesnufflesnufflesnufflesnuffle.
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The to-go coffee hasn't started working yet. As such, he's exceptionally rumpled and exceptionally grumpy.
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The trail leads from the lakeside in a meandering stagger up the lawn, past the gardens and to the base of the Bar itself. Stitch glares upwards in frusration.
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To be fair, it's the most eloquent grunt he's made so far this morning.
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Wait a second! "There!"
The alien points excitedly at a rickety looking chain ladder leading up to the roof.
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A passing waitrat is suddenly releived of it's tray loaded with various foodstuffs. Said tray is hurled at Bar with a snarl.
"YOU!"
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Stitch crosses the distance and scales a bar stool to glare accusingly at her. He's trailed by a long stream of interesting and colorful phrases not at all becoming of a Disney character. Fortunately, they're not in English.
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