LOL from the mouths of babes!!!
As long as you didn't kill those teddies yourself I guess you're safe, but
how are you going to explain to her when she wants to go out hunting teddies
for her surcoat trimming?
Catherine of Dubh Ard, Lionsdale, An Tir
(Cathi in Chilliwack BC
"Librarians are the secret masters of the universe. They control all the
information. Don't piss them off!" - Spider Robinson
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Saturday, October 13, 2001 8:21 PM
Subject: Re: [SCA-Garb] Fake Fur: A Tale
It's been some time since I said so much as a word here, but given this
opportunity to share another "cute Kelley" story I simply must do so.
I was in the midst of trimming a sideless surcote with acrylic fur. I had
been given a bag of odds and ends by a friend, and had scattered said odds
and ends across the kitchen floor in a quest to find The Best Bits.
Kelley (who is four going on forty-four--I know, I'm forty-three <g>) came
out and looked at the mess, looked at me, and asked, "Mama, what kind of fur
I didn't even think, the answer just flew from my lips. "Teddy bear fur."
She narrowed her eyes and bent down, plucked a small roundish bit from the
floor, held it up for me, and said "This was his foot." Her tone brooked no
disagreement whatsoever, so I merely nodded. "Yes, that does look like a
She studied me again and asked, "Mama, how did you shoot the bear?"
Not "Why," or even "Did you shoot the bear"--but "How." As in, "Where's the
"I didn't shoot him, honey."
More furrowed brow, and then....
"Did he just die, then?"
"Yes, that's what happened."
"He was a very old bear, then."
"Yes, honey, he was."
She nodded and wandered off then, with the "foot" in her hand. Gods only
what her therapist will make of *this* one in twenty years or so. <g>
Lady Grietje Crynes
Champion of Holstein-Frisians Everywhere
Administrative/Logistical Liaison, Northshield Choir