From: fogelinc@pt.Cyanamid.COM (Carl Fogelin)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Errol] A fresh day
Date: 29 Sep 1993 01:24:05 GMT
Message-ID: <28ao3l$4oc@c3po.jvnc.net>

Errol awoke to the sound of song birds, singing outside his bedroom
window.  Opening his eyes slowly, he could see the beginning rays of
the sun casting the darkness away.  Slowly sitting up in his four-poster
bed, he stretched the last remanents of sleep away before flipping the
covers off and standing up.

'Brrr' he muttered, grabbing a bathrobe to cover his nightgown.  Quickly
slipping on a pair of slippers, he 'skitched,skitched' over to his bathroom
for his morning ritual.

*****

Emerging from the bathroom, freshly cleaned and well groomed, Errol went
to his window and looked outside.  The last remnants of morning mist were
slowly disappearing as the sun had already risen enough for it to glitter
off the Ceraputhon, which lazily flowed by. 

'Hmmm.... going to be a sunny day' he thought.  "Good."  Turning back
towards his wardrobe closet, Errol picked out some casual work clothes:
a brown plaid shirt, chinos, wool socks, and work boots.  Humming a
little ditty, Errol went over what he planned on doing today as he dressed.
'First a little gardening, talk with Jorgie or Hans, whichever stopped by
today, then a quick stop by the Guild...  hmmm, should by done by tea
time.'  

Stretching up to the top shelf, he pulled down a wide-brimmed plantation
hat and a pair of work gloves.  He turned to leave and sighted his unmade
bed.  Frowning briefly, he snapped his fingers and the bed was immediately
made with clean linen.  Nodding with satisfaction, he exited his bedroom,
walked down the long hall and down the expansive semi-circular staircase.

Errol had gotten use to living in a mansion these past seventy years, and
other than the occassional thief who tried to break into "Warwick's Manse",
as it was called when he purchased it, Errol had found little to worry 
about.  Ignoring the main entrance, he went through a side room and exited
via an old servant's entrance.  Carefully walking down a cobbled path, he
headed in the general direction of a topiary garden, but turned left at an
old well, over-grown with vines, and stopped at a small shed.  A quick pass
of his hand opened a portal which he entered to retrieve his tools.

A couple of minutes later he emerged, pushing a wheelbarrow, half filled
with peat and fertilized.  Stacked on top were a trowel, a hoe, a spade, 
and a watering can.  The portal closed automatically as he left, and the
man headed off towards his pride and joy: a rose garden.

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