HPU - Richardson Valley

[Hlaoroo]

Scruff practically jumped to his feet as Sam fell to the ground and struggled to remember if he was wearing pyjamas or not as he headed over to help Sam up. She beat him to it. "Shoulda figgured you didn't need help," he told his new 'sister' sheepishly.

"I appreciate de tought anyway." Sam smiles at the raccoon. "And I would have needed help if de bed hadn't been dere to pull myself up on."

Sam stretches and decides that she's too awake to go back to sleep. She grabs a brush and thoroughly brushes her stump, making sure there are no lumps, knots or mats in the fur that might cause pressure points. Next she carefully rolls on a fresh gel liner, making sure there are no wrinkles or air bubbles, and then slides into the socket of the prosthetic. After rolling up the sealing sleeve she thumbs the button on the vacuum pump to remove any remaining air between the stump and the socket. That done, she's ready to face the day.

"Right. Ready for breakfast, Scruff?" she asks, heading for the door.

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Finishing her song, Fletcher spots some clover growing amongst the dandelions and grabs a pawful to eat. Feeling contented, she beings to play another song.
"Oh, what a beautiful mornin'! Oh, what a beautiful day! I got a beautiful feelin' everythin's goin' my way!"

[Serence Frostbite]

"Well," David counselled, stroking her side, "I know we have things to do today but we have at least a half hour before our 'daughter' gets up and..." He heard a soft thump from the next room. "Or, maybe, half a minute?"

"if only huh" Selene chuckled, then gave David a kiss "We should probably get up though"

[Keeshah]

meanwhile Lucky has been moving through the flock of unprotected sheep dyeing their wool. Hot Pink, Neon green, Cool powder blue, an vibrant yellow.
There we go, Taste that rainbow!.
Moving off into the morning fog, to return home...

[Welsh Halfwit]

David sighed and got up, letting Selene enjoy the view until he got his pyjama bottoms on. "I suppose we better had," he said, before offering Selane a hand. "I have to make waffles for Jay. Honestly, the way she ate those yesterday..." He chuckled at the memory of the mess.
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Scruff did a little skip and probably called out too loud. "Yay, breakfast! My tummy and I like breakfast," He trotted to keep up with sis.

[Serence Frostbite]

David sighed and got up, letting Selene enjoy the view until he got his pyjama bottoms on. "I suppose we better had," he said, before offering Selane a hand. "I have to make waffles for Jay. Honestly, the way she ate those yesterday..." He chuckled at the memory of the mess.

"I'm just glad she enjoyed it. She needed simple joy like that I think" Selene smiled gently as she took David's hand
"Anyway, new day, new things to do!" the vixen said before giving David a kiss, then lead him out the bedroom door.

[Hlaoroo]

Scruff did a little skip and probably called out too loud. "Yay, breakfast! My tummy and I like breakfast," He trotted to keep up with sis.

"Aye, I can hear it askin' for it." Sam laughs. As she opens the bedroom door, the mouth-watering scents of toast and melted cheese float in, overlaid with the warm smell of wood smoke.
"Ooh. Smell dat? We're in for a treat!" she enthuses, leading the way down the hall and into the living room where Sean is removing a cast iron sandwich maker from the open fireplace and tipping the toasted sandwiches onto a plate as Morna pours boiling water over tea bags.

"Maidin mhaith, sibh beirt! Cúramach, tá an iarann ​​ceapaire te!" Sean greets the pair.

"Maidin mhaith, a Dhaid! Boladh sé iontach! An ndearna tú go leor dúinn?" Sam answers, not realising they've switched to Gaelic.

"Ar ndóigh! Cáis agus avocado le blastanas duit, agus le sicín breise don chuid eile againn! N'fheadar cé chomh fada a thógfadh sé an boladh chun tú a dhúiseacht."

"I tink youse two oughta be after speakin' in English before Poor Scruff's head explodes." Morna grins.
"Shall I be after makin' youse tea?"

"Oh! Right! Sorry, Scruff! I didn't even realise I'd changed language dere! You'll have to remind me to teach you Irish Gaelic some time." Sam apologises. "Er, let's see... Dad said good mornin' and warned us not to touch de sandwich iron because it's hot. I said it smells good and asked if he made us sandwiches, he said he did and he's surprised the smell didn't wake us. Cheese and seasoned avocado for me, and the same but wit'... Er... Er... Carp... What's de word in English? Nope, I forgot it. Sometimes bein' bilingual is hard!" Sam laughs.
"You know, meat from... Dat bird... Brawk brawk." she falters, flapping her arms like wings and clucking like a hen.

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In the park, Fletcher finishes her meal of wild greens and her song and contemplates her next move. David's house is closer, but on the other paw, she's quickly grown close to Sam over the past few days. The two does have discovered many similarities, from similar tastes in music and books, to the fact that they've both been sterilised, Fletcher as a result of her injuries and Sam due to her breeder not wanting to risk passing on her "defective genes".

In the end her mind is made up as she spies a fox in the fog.
"Well, well, well, Lucky. I've heard of a green thumb, but multicoloured paws is stretching the metaphor a bit far, don't you think? What mischief have you gotten into this morning?" she asks, getting to her feet and slinging the guitar over her back.