First off – happy belated birthday Issa! I received her April 1st, 2014.
Secondly, I apologize for the ridiculous hair in the following photostory. I am seriously considering getting both Issa’s and Autumns heads replaced at the AG Hospital. Their hair is getting super-frizzy, even though I’m using a wire brush on it. Any advice on how to fix it?
Without further adieu, here is Tale No. 5.
“One, two, three, four, five, six…”
Sophia crouched beside the slide, calling all the shots. “Lietenant, what number is she up to?”
Autumn poked her head above the railing.
“Thirteen, general sir.” she replied with a smirk at the undeserved titles. “Positions?”
“Indeed,” said Sophia. “Get to your position, Lietenant.”
“Twenty!” Issa called out. “Here I come, ready or not!”
Issa crept round the tree trunk, trying to sneak up on Autumn, and anticipating her surprised yelp.
But instead of a victim of a prank, she was met with something strange…
“Oh, glory!” exclaimed Issa. “A rope swing!”
She hoisted herself onto the impromptu seat
and began to rock rhythmically.
Meanwhile, beneath the slide, Sophia had begun to get impatient. “Lieutenant, lookout duty.”
“Yes, general, sir.”
“It appears the enemy is swinging, sir.”
“Yes, sir, on a rope swing, sir.”
Sophia snorted. “Tell her to stop! We’re playing a game!”
“But wouldn’t that disclose our location, sir?”
“True,” she regressed. “Back to your position, Lietenant.”
Twenty minutes later…
“You know, General, sir, it makes me wonder if she’s forgotten us.”
“Forgotten us? Lieutenant, the idea is absolutely…” Sophia glanced over at Issa. “Possible. Oh, glory, look what she’s gotten to now.”
They realised it together.
My photography in this shoot was half-good and half-awful, though I did get some light spots and I was quite proud of it. Now, though, I need to think on their hair.
And Z Yang! I so want her and will probably wind up getting her.