Post by Anastasia on Aug 6, 2008 21:51:20 GMT -5
Anastasia the mouse was walking down the street, heading for her small abode that was on the corner. She ruffled the brown curls of fur on her head, that she had curled herself. She wore her new fur'do proudly, even though no one else she knew curled thier headfur. A lock of it nearly reached her eye, it was so long. She wore a very pretty light blue dress, with elbow length sleeves, a deep scoop neck, a low waist and the skirt reaching only a little past her knees.
Over her elbow was a small woven basket, which she had nearly filled with white daisies. Being new to the nieghborhood, she decided she would decorate her small house a bit, and white daisies were her favorite flowers. Humming to herself, she walked into her little cottage-like house. It was white, trimmed with brown and brown shutters lay open by the windows. The entry room was small, a wooden coat rack in the corner, a blue rag mat she had made for in front of the door. The mouse wiped her dainty little footpaws on the mat before walking into the living room.
The living room was right off the entry room, and was small. A small fireplace was set into the right wall, and next to it a box of wood. A white and blue striped loveseat sat against the far wall, with a small brown table next to it. On the table there was an open book, and an oil lamp. Underneath the table there was a stack of precious books on a little shelf. Since books were so expensive, she treasured these few that she had, and was always saving a bit of money for another to add to her collection.
Anastasia sat down on the loveseat, setting the basket down on the floor and propping her footpaws up on a blue pillow. She sighed. What a trek it was from her garden to her house! " What time is it?" The mouse asked herself, glancing at the little clock on the wall. "Its already noon! I better take care of these flowers before I start dinner...." Anastasia said to herself, moaning as she made her tired body get up, grab the flowers and proceed to the kitchen.
The kitchen was situated straight across from the living room, just a matter of a two or three yards between the two rooms. A pair of blue curtains were all that seperated the kitchen from the living room, in place of two doors. At the moment, they were tyed back with ribbons, as they usually were anyway. The kitchen was very small, fitted only with the necsesarities. There was a fireplace and an oven set into the left wall, then a sink and a stretch of counter against the far wall. A large cabinet was set against the end of the counter to the right. Across from the cabinets and sink was a small, round table for two, with two small chairs.
Anastasia set the flowers down on the counter, and went over to the cabinet. She pulled out a set of three glass vases and set them on the counter as well. Taking a pair of scissors out of one of the many drawers underneath the counters, she snipped the ends of the flowers, scooping the disregarded stem ends into the trash bin. She filled the vases up with a pitcher of well-water on the counter, and set the flowers in them. She set one of to the side and picked up the other two, carrying them to the living room. She set one on the hearth and one on the table, standing back a moment to admire them. " Oh, it does looks so much brighter and prettier in here now!" She said, gleefully, clapping her little paws together happily.
She went back in the kitchen, humming to herself as she started to prepare turnovers for dinner. After she had the turnovers set to bake in the oven, she started up a fire in the fireplace and put a kettle of tea on to boil. Soon the house was filled with the savory fragrances of carrots and leeks in the turnovers and chamomile and mint in the tea. Anastasia sat down at the little table, absently dusting the flour from her little yellow apron.
Over her elbow was a small woven basket, which she had nearly filled with white daisies. Being new to the nieghborhood, she decided she would decorate her small house a bit, and white daisies were her favorite flowers. Humming to herself, she walked into her little cottage-like house. It was white, trimmed with brown and brown shutters lay open by the windows. The entry room was small, a wooden coat rack in the corner, a blue rag mat she had made for in front of the door. The mouse wiped her dainty little footpaws on the mat before walking into the living room.
The living room was right off the entry room, and was small. A small fireplace was set into the right wall, and next to it a box of wood. A white and blue striped loveseat sat against the far wall, with a small brown table next to it. On the table there was an open book, and an oil lamp. Underneath the table there was a stack of precious books on a little shelf. Since books were so expensive, she treasured these few that she had, and was always saving a bit of money for another to add to her collection.
Anastasia sat down on the loveseat, setting the basket down on the floor and propping her footpaws up on a blue pillow. She sighed. What a trek it was from her garden to her house! " What time is it?" The mouse asked herself, glancing at the little clock on the wall. "Its already noon! I better take care of these flowers before I start dinner...." Anastasia said to herself, moaning as she made her tired body get up, grab the flowers and proceed to the kitchen.
The kitchen was situated straight across from the living room, just a matter of a two or three yards between the two rooms. A pair of blue curtains were all that seperated the kitchen from the living room, in place of two doors. At the moment, they were tyed back with ribbons, as they usually were anyway. The kitchen was very small, fitted only with the necsesarities. There was a fireplace and an oven set into the left wall, then a sink and a stretch of counter against the far wall. A large cabinet was set against the end of the counter to the right. Across from the cabinets and sink was a small, round table for two, with two small chairs.
Anastasia set the flowers down on the counter, and went over to the cabinet. She pulled out a set of three glass vases and set them on the counter as well. Taking a pair of scissors out of one of the many drawers underneath the counters, she snipped the ends of the flowers, scooping the disregarded stem ends into the trash bin. She filled the vases up with a pitcher of well-water on the counter, and set the flowers in them. She set one of to the side and picked up the other two, carrying them to the living room. She set one on the hearth and one on the table, standing back a moment to admire them. " Oh, it does looks so much brighter and prettier in here now!" She said, gleefully, clapping her little paws together happily.
She went back in the kitchen, humming to herself as she started to prepare turnovers for dinner. After she had the turnovers set to bake in the oven, she started up a fire in the fireplace and put a kettle of tea on to boil. Soon the house was filled with the savory fragrances of carrots and leeks in the turnovers and chamomile and mint in the tea. Anastasia sat down at the little table, absently dusting the flour from her little yellow apron.