XXX- A- REYN ONE- Young Reyn ? (serial-wip)
>YOUNG REYN
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Few people know that Reyn was first found by my great-grandmother Michelle Anne during a family outing along the Ribble River in 1892. It was a typical dreary wet sod of a day, but the family was making the British best of it. Young Mich, as they called Mich Anne, was dallying about the sand and reed bank poking at things with a stout stick.
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When she saw and poked at a saggy-soaked sack half floating in and out of the water she heard a very fragile 'mew'. There was unmistakably a kitten in that saggy sack. She called for her brother, who was just a short bit up the bank, and he rushed over to her. Together they dragged the water-logged saggy sack up the bank. It tore open as they did exposing river stones, and five kittens, one just twitching with life.
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The Children desperately screamed for their parents who arrived as swiftly as parents can. The surviving kitten was as sick as believable, and beyond frail. She remained near-dead weak. Mich's Constable father promoted only the most horrible suggestion but withdrew it immediately as he believed my Great Grandmother Michelle Anne might nurse this kitten back to some meager semblance of health. If not, it might serve as a fine lesson for his middle daughter.
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Mich was an unbelievable and loving vet. She cared for Reyn as she would later care for gassed soldiers and others in the wars. Reyn forever seemed to grow stronger and healthier. Remarkable in many ways. She became the fiery feline author and housekeeper that purrs wildly today. Michelle Anne later worked with Theodore Roosevelt and John Muir promoting the National Parks Service. And of course, Reyn was there, often with her occasional companion Dirty Socks.
(About a 1 hour write) +3,
A> Do you want more like this?
B> Do you want less of this?
C> Continue writing really bad haiku
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
and became her dearest companion from that momen she discovered her, the last surviving kitten tied in a sack left atide on the River Ribble in England in1892. Reyn was frail and near near dead weak, but my Great Grandmother Michelle Anne nursed her back to become the firey feline that purrs on today.
Reyn ONE- B
>YOUNG REYN
Whatever it is, it's been maintained in that old Frigidaire since I can't remember, at least since my parents married. I've heard that long before that it had been secluded in other inconspicuous places for generations. It uses no power that we know of, it just does what it does. Reyn wouldn't be with us without it.
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Few people know that Reyn was first found by my great-grandmother Michelle Anne during a family outing along the Ribble River in 1892. It was a typical dreary wet sod of a day, but the family was making the British best of it. Young Mich, as they called Mich Anne, was dallying about the sand and reed bank poking at things with a stout stick.
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When she saw and poked at a saggy-soaked sack half floating in and out of the water she heard a very fragile 'mew'. There was unmistakably a kitten in that saggy sack. She called for her brother, who was just a short bit up the bank, and he rushed over to her. Together they dragged the water-logged saggy sack up the bank. It tore open as they did exposing river stones, and five kittens, one just twitching with life.
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The Children desperately screamed for their parents who arrived as swiftly as parents can. The surviving kitten was as sick as believable, and beyond frail. She remained near-dead weak. Mich's Constable father promoted only the most horrible suggestion but withdrew it immediately as he believed my Great Grandmother Michelle Anne might nurse this kitten back to some meager semblance of health. If not, it might serve as a fine lesson for his middle daughter.
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Mich was an unbelievable and loving vet. She cared for Reyn as she would later care for gassed soldiers and others in the wars. Reyn forever seemed to grow stronger and healthier. Remarkable in many ways. She became the fiery feline author and housekeeper that purrs wildly today. Michelle Anne later worked with Theodore Roosevelt and John Muir promoting the National Parks Service. And of course, Reyn was there, often with her occasional companion Dirty Socks.
(About a 1 hour write) +3,
A> Do you want more like this?
B> Do you want less of this?
C> Continue writing really bad haiku
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
and became her dearest companion from that momen she discovered her, the last surviving kitten tied in a sack left atide on the River Ribble in England in1892. Reyn was frail and near near dead weak, but my Great Grandmother Michelle Anne nursed her back to become the firey feline that purrs on today.
