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The Doclopedia #213
Tiny Folk: Shumi Mouseherder
Shumi Mouseherder is a member of the Falling Leaf Clan. Her clan lives high in the mountains on the edge of a meadow. They have lived there for nearly 150 years. Like all of the Tiny Folk, Shumi is only 6 inches tall. Well, ok, 5.75 inches tall in her case. Other than that, she and all the other Tiny Folk look pretty much just like humans (or as they call us, Giant Folk).
Shumi is, as her name implies, a mouseherder. Tiny Folk mice are different from the mice we know. They are more than twice as large, have longer fur and are much calmer and slower moving. Mice are raised mostly for milk and fur, but they also provide meat and hides. Shumi manages a herd of 20 mice with the help of her sister, Skomi, and their trusty watchchipmunk, Boncha.
Shumi is 16 years old and has white hair and green eyes. During the long days of tending her herd, she often thinks up stories, which she writes down at night. One day, perhaps, she will be known as Shumi Storyteller.
AFTER THE CHANGE CAME
A Very Early Morning For Saying “What The Fuck Just Happened?”
In the 12 years since the Change, I have seen some very strange shit. In the 10 years that I have been a diplomat, I’ve spoken to some very strange beings. In the 57 years I’ve lived on this planet, I’ve done some very strange things and seen even more done by others.
But over the last 6 hours, I have been subjected to full tilt crazyass strangeness of a near head exploding level. I am told by the Wizard who used to be a cranky ass and deliberately shit stirring, yet brilliant, science fiction (among other genres) writer, that we (myself, Miss Wei and Mr. Livingstone) did “a hell of a good job”. However, if you asked any of the three of us what the hell we did, we couldn’t say. I mean, I’m the guy who once brokered a peace agreement between a tribe of Weerloos and a hive of 2.5 million Jewel Bees, but I’m fucked if I know what we hammered out last night.
And even if I knew exactly what we did, I couldn’t tell you. Silence Bond and all that.
Anyway, my head and throat hurt and I’m going to get some rest before getting up for a 9 course breakfast and a Wizard Portal home.
More bloggage later.
A Day For Hanging Out At Home
First off, late last night a spell wore off and I realized that the memories I had of that supposedly screwy meeting the other day were, in fact, all false. The actual diplomatic undertaking was complex, but not goofyass strange. Unfortunately, even the real memories are fading and I’m still Silence Bonded, so the whole deal is a story I’ll probably never be able to tell.
Anyway, most of last night and all of today were times for relaxing here at the old homestead. Last night we watched a couple of vids, including the newest episode of “World Tour With Stephen Fry”. That one had about 20 minutes devoted to the Potterites in England and America, the two most rabid groups of that strange cult. The piece was made funny more because of what Fry did not say in response to the Potterites squirrelly rants.
Today, we all slept in late, then had a truly epic breakfast prepared by our house elves. After that it was mostly action packed lounging about mixed with puttering and goofing off. Somewhere in there we had lunch and after that I think Roscoe might have gone off to visit a lady friend. I do know Grace and I had a relaxing dip in the hot tub. Lily did what cats do best: she slept pretty much all day.
And tonight we are watching more vids, including “MechaNazis”, a pretty cool little vid out of Europe (Russia Sector) that has excellent CGI effects.
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