A girl stepped onto one of the many wind-swept hills of the graveyard. She shuddered with the damp, chill air and threw a voluminous cloak over her shoulders. Pulling the dark crimson hood over her brown hair, the girl slowly moved down the hill.

She stopped at a particular grave stone and sank to her knees. Her cape, as red and dark as blood, spilled around her being. Touching the grave stone with her fingers, she let her head sink down to her breast. 'Willoughby! Willoughby!" she cried...

...Not noticing the grave-yard caretakers in the distance nudging one another and giving her odd looks.

The real story? Mum and I went out to Pittsfield for genealogy research today. It being a cold, cloudy, rainy and all around ugly day I brought my blanket-like cape for a jacket.

Unexpectedlly we stopped by the graveyard to get some dates off of a few stones. Mum sent me out to a particular family grave-stone to write down the info. I donned my cloak as I stepped out.

Mom laughed from the car and said I fit into the landscape. So, dramatically I put up my hood and began floating over to the site. There being a new addition to the bottom of the stone I knelt down and began writing.

Mum came over to join me. A moment later she told me about the caretakers. They were sitting on these lawnmowers. One looked over, did a double-take. He turned to his partner and said something. They both looked over and were giving me odd looks. To round it out I should have cried out, "Willoughby! Oh, Willoughby!" and begun weeping. But I didn't...ah well.

~*~

So everyone liked my homework at class.

I have to work on the comma's for Em's book.

And I really want to get up a good picture book format for the Yawp pics.

~*~

"'Why, you have nearly finished it, Mr. Frodo!' Sam exclaimed.

..."'I have quite finished , Sam,' said Frodo. 'The last pages are for you.'" RotK

~Captain