tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400096992210735952024-03-13T08:47:39.487-07:00Sugarbush Valley: An ideal lifeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger235125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40009699221073595.post-37024172373117162282017-12-20T05:54:00.000-08:002017-12-20T05:54:02.763-08:00Owen's sweet tooth<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">It has been a long time coming, but let's see if I can finish this. It was inspired by the recent (when I took the pictures 8 months ago) troubles we had with tooth ache!</span></div>
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It was another beautiful Spring morning in Sugarbush Valley and The Square was already bustling with activity. The vendors was ready for the day ahead, hoping for lots of patrons. </div>
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Owen Bearbury was excited too, sweets were his life and he just received his pocket money, so he was ready for some treats, but where to start first.</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Definitely Mr Darwin's sweets cart for some </span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;">chocolate, cookies and lollipops. "Good morning, Owen, what will it be today?" Mr Darwin greeted friendly. Owen quickly placed his order and ignored the raised eyebrow form Mr Darwin, and was off before the warnings of tummy ache and over </span><span style="color: #333333;">indulging<span style="font-family: inherit;">.</span></span></span></div>
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Owen quickly unwrapped a big lollipop, already salivating. "Hey Owen, that lollipop looks delicious!" It was young Glynn Simpkins, but Owen wasn't in the mood for talking and just smiled and quickly walked on. </div>
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He could feel the twins eyes on him, but he didn't mind, all that he could think about was the sweets in his pockets and that he will be enjoying it soon.</div>
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Owen returned to The Square soon, after thoroughly enjoying all his stash from the sweets cart, it was time for something savory, just to balance out all the sweetness. "Hey Owen, how can I help?" Mrs Darwin asked, oblivious to the amount of money Owen already spent that morning at her husband's cart.</div>
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Owen ordered a small packed of popcorn that he devoured there and then and also bought a chocolate covered pretzel. As he was about to take a bite he was once more interupted, "Hey Owen, that sure looks delicious, what is it?" Sadie Teak enquired. "Go ask Mrs Darwin." Owen replied, a bit more sharply than he intended. He was already dreaming of a soft serve ice cream, form the Brightfields. </div>
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And that is exactly what he did. "Good morning Mrs Brightfield, may I please have a chocolate ice cream with extra chocolate sauce?"Owen ordered. "I am sorry Owen, but I can't serve you any ice cream today?" Owen looked confused, "Oh that is a shame, is the machine broken?" "Not really," Mrs Brightfield replied, "but I've been watching you all morning and I really think you've had enough sweets and treats for one day." Owen couldn't believe his ears, and slumped away, very depressed.</div>
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But as he passed the ice cream cart of Mrs Meadows, he decided that he will just get his ice cream from her. He did prefer soft serve over the home made ice cream of the Buttercups, but beggars can't be choosers he thought. But to his astonishment, she also refused to sell him anything, giving the same reason as Mrs Brightfield.</div>
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Owen craved something sweet! And he had to have it NOW. "Well them I will just ask Mr Darwin again." he thought. "Sorry Owen, I think you've had enough!" came the reply from Mr Darwin. Owen was so mad, but luckily for him, before he could say something rude, he heard the soft voice of Mrs Darwin.</div>
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"Owen, Honey, we are really just looking out for you. Too much sweets can cause terrible tooth and tummy ache, so please understand that we only want to help you and avoid that!" Owen threw his hands in the air, "that is not fair, I have money, I'm a paying customer, you MUST help me!" he almost screamed. But he realised that it was a lost cause and shyly walked away.</div>
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He decided to visit his friend, Bud Timbertop. The Timbertops recently acquired a Barge and are now permanently living on a boat. Owen thought it was a cool place to call home and he loved visiting Bud there. "Hey Buddy!" Owen greeted.</div>
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Bud was relieved to see Owen, he had to mop the deck and roof of their new home, but was already exhausted, so welcomed the break. "What's up, Owen!" Bud greeted friendly.</div>
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"Nothing much, although I have a funny story to tell you." Owen relayed his whole encounter to Bud, while chewing on some candy he found in his pocket. </div>
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Bud listened carefully to his friend's retelling, and then carefully with a hope of not offending him nodded his head, "I think the adults were right to reprimand you Owen, you do eat a lot of sweets. Rather save up your pocket money for a new bicycle." </div>
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Owen couldn't believe his ears, "Oh not you too! I thought you would understand, and take my side, I thought you were my best friend!" Owen shouted and quickly left.</div>
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Angrily Owen made his way home, mainly because he had nowhere else to go. He felt very alone. But then it started... the worst tooth ache ever! The pain was incredible, unlike anything he had ever experienced before.</div>
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He crouched under a bush near their cottage, hoping that the pain will pass, but it only got worse. "Owen, Owen, what is wrong, stop screaming and tell me what happened?" It was Mrs Bearbury, rushing over to her boy's side. Owen realised that he must have screamed out loud because of the pain. He wanted to kick himself for being such a "nancy" who couldn't handle pain but this was really unbearable.</div>
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Crying he told his mother about the tooth ache. There and then she decided that Owen had to see the dentist. Owen was in too much pain to argue with his mother. Though half way into town the reality of visiting the dentist caught up with him, and he tried to convince his mother that the pain has subsided.</div>
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But she would hear nothing of it and just walked on. They soon reached the clinic of Dr Buttermilk. Mrs Bearbury told the dentists' assistant Mrs Buttermilk about their problem and she guided Owen to the dentist chair.</div>
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He also told Owen in a strict voice that he must start taking better care of his own teeth otherwise he will have none left by the time he reaches adulthood. "Not only to you need to start brushing and flossing your teeth, but you have to cut down on eating sweets, otherwise you will get diabetes as well!"</div>
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Owen felt shy, about his behaviour. Not only did he cost his mom alot of money because of his stupid behaviour, he also made her look like a bad mother infront of Dr Buttermilk. "Mommy, I am so sorry for being such a stupid and silly boy. I will try my best to cut down on the sweets and rather save my pocket money for a new bicycle." Though still a bit angry, Mrs Bearbury were proud of Owen for apoligising and acknowledging his mistakes. "Its alright Owen, I am just glad the dentist could help us."</div>
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I recently <a href="http://sugarbushvalley.blogspot.co.za/2017/01/sylvanian-surprises.html">received</a> Max Bramble, and the little guy was so cute I just had to use him in my first story. I also updated Livvy and Max's biographies on my <a href="http://sugarbushvalley.blogspot.co.za/p/stories_11.html">family</a> page.</div>
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Max Bramble has been living in Sugarbush Valley for almost two weeks now and he can honestly say that he was enjoying every moment of it. He loved the fact that he and his mother lived in a tent. "How cool was it to be permanently camping." This morning Max was feeling especially happy and proud. He wanted to surprise his mother with coffee and porridge in bed... and he managed to make a fire all by himself.</div>
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As he was about to pour the maize into the pot, he noticed someone approaching, a beautiful cat lady.</div>
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"Good morning, you must be Max?" the cat lady said. Max was astonished that she new his name, "Yes, that is me, but how did you know my name?" Cecilia smiled, "I'm sorry, I'm Cecilia Teak, a good friend of your mother's and she has talked about you so many times, and how excited she was to have you finally come and live with her."</div>
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"Oh, you are THAT cat lady!" as soon as he spoken the words, Max turned scarlet red and in the hope to cover up his boldness, he quickly asked, "I'm making porridge for my mom, would you like some?" The mere idea, send the bile rising up Cecilia's throat immediately, but then she felt instantly ashamed. 'Am I too good for porridge, is this what I have become', she thought to herself..."Of course I want some porridge, I would love to taste it." she redeemed herself.</div>
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"Cecilia! Good morning! What are you doing here?" Livvy was awaken by the voices outside and decided to investigate. "Good morning, Livvy. I had the pleasure to meet your boy and he is making por...! Oh sorry, I almost spoiled the surprise, go on Max ..."</div>
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"Morning mommy, I making coffee and porridge for breakfast. I managed to make a fire on my own, and Miss Cecilia here said she wanted to join us." Max rambled.</div>
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"Oh Max, well done, I'm so proud of you and thanks for making breakfast." Livvy hugged her boy, feeling extremely happy and content.</div>
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"Cecilia it is so great to have him with me. Though I have not much, I have my boy and that is all that I ever wanted." Livvy sad brightly.</div>
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After breakfast Livvy indicated that she needed to go into the village, first to inquire about a place for Max at the school and then she need to go to the Supermarket, "I didn't realise that a six year old can eat this much." she giggled. Cecilia indicated that she will accompany them, she couldn't help but notice the brown shopping bag that Livvy used as her purse.</div>
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"Good morning, of course. Hey Max. How can I help you, Livvy?" Gordon was his friendly inviting self and Livvy found it easy to talk to him.</div>
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She quickly explained her problem to Gordon, and without hesitation he confirmed that there is indeed a spot for Max and that he can start the next day, "The sooner, the better, you know!" he winked at Livvy. The relief washed over Livvy, she thanked Gordon for his kindness and promised to see him again the following day.</div>
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"It's my ball! Sorry for hitting you. I never have someone to play with, and sometimes when I kick it back to myself, I'm not quick enough!" the little mole boy explained.</div>
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"That is ok, I will play with you. I'm Max." Max introduced himself. "Really you will? That will be great! I'm Muddy by the way, see you tomorrow!" and the little mole boy disappeared just as quickly as he appeared.</div>
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"Are you serious, I don't belong in a shop like that, remember I'm a common Gypsy." Livvy replied shakily. "Oh nonsense, and the proprietors of the shop, the Hunter-Smyths, are not snobbish. They love all customers." Cecilia explained.</div>
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Max decided to wait outside while his mother and her friend went inside. Livvy surely felt out of place and regretted letting Cecilia talk her into coming in. "Good morning Cecilia!" A friendly looking dog greeted them. "And I see you brought a friend, wonderful! I love new customers." Charles clapped happily. Marqaux Bercher was also shopping for something pretty and greeted Livvy and Cecilia too, "Good morning ladies, enjoy the shopping, Charles has some wonderful items."</div>
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"Yes Charles, this is my friend Livvy and we are here to buy her a handbag!" Cecilia winked. "Wait! What?" Livvy exclaimed, totally confused.</div>
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Charles instinctively realised that he needed to give the two friends a minute and moved away. "Cecilia what do you mean? I barely have money for food, how can you expect me to buy a handbag?" Livvy was furious. "Oh calm down," Cecilia interrupted, "I will pay, I want to spoil you and I think a handbag is the perfect gift." Livvy turned red and Cecilia was unsure if it was due to anger or shyness. "Livvy, listen, you have been my rock these last few months, I know you don't realise it, but without you I would have had a hard time adjusting in this village, and the talks about the passing of my son, you gave me hope again, please, P L E A S E, let me do something for you now." Cecilia was desperate for Livvy to understand.</div>
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Still not being 100% convinced and still feeling a bit angry by being tricked, Livvy turned to the shelf with handbags. They were quite exquisite and she wont mind owning one.</div>
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"Found anything ladies?" Charles ventured over. "I don't know. Cecilia, what do you think of that one." and Livvy pointed at a bag with green trimmings and flower embellishments, hoping it was the cheapest one in the shop.</div>
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Charles quickly took it down from the shelf, "This one? I think it will suit you perfectly, Miss Livvy. Do you agree Cecilia?" Cecilia looked at the bag and then at Livvy, as if she was trying to pair the two. "Yes! Perfect!" she yelled as she clapped her hands.</div>
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"Thanks for coming Livvy and do call me if you need any more advise on how to keep that boy's tummy full." Wilbur laughed as he waved Livvy off. "Thank you Wilbur, Fliss, always a pleasure to shop at the Supermarket." Livvy was relieved that the shopping was finally done. Now she just wanted to go home.</div>
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As they arrived at the campsite, that they called home, a peacefulness washed over Livvy. She has a home, even though some might disagree, her son is finally with her, they have food to eat and she made a friend that she can trust and looks beyond her eccentricity. Life is good.</div>
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Last week was a great Sylvanian week! I got two surprises through the post. One was totally unexpected, and with the second one, though I was expecting some of the items, some of it was a huge surprise.</div>
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The first one came on Thursday, 19 January. It was a Christmas card from darling Christine all the way from Australia. At first I was amazed by the stamp, sorry but I can go quite geeky about stamps and things related to foreign countries. I was upset though... as the lovely customs people opened it, heaven knows why.</div>
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Inside was a wonderful card, some stickers, Christmas tree cuts outs and a fantastic knitted dress and hat for one lucky Sylvanian lady. Thank you so much Christine I really appreciate this gesture.</div>
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Then on Monday, 23 January the expected trade parcel van Kyraja finally arrived. And I was amazed that this time it was not opened by customs, and the custom fee was so low, it was laughable.</div>
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So what was inside? Well take a look, many many cool expected things, and even cooler unexpected surprises.</div>
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The patio set was part of the trade, but Kyraja surprised me with some planters/pots for Christmas, ideal for flowers. These three ladies are very excited, as they need some decorating items for their houses.</div>
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Another surprise was this lovely teaset! I'm over the moon, I've been eyeing it for so long on ebay and SSK, but it was just always to expensive, if you calculate the postage with it.</div>
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Max Bramble also finally arrived in Sugarbush. </div>
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Livvy was ecstatic to finally have her son with her again (isn't he just the cutest thing!)</div>
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Then after the sadness of 4 families departing from Sugarbush, it is with much anticipation that I can announce that a new family will be moving to the Village soon. (the twins was part of the trade and the father was my Christmas gift)</div>
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Finally I also received this awesome playmobil set! It is my first one and I can't wait for my son and I to set it up (he will enjoy doing it, so I'm waiting for the right time so we can do it together). I'm thinking of giving the fresh produce stand to Bob Blackberry, he will be so happy to finally have a real shop for his fruit and vegetables.</div>
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Thank you Kyraja for this wonderful parcel and the opportunity to trade with you. It is always fun, and I'm already compiling my list for the next one.</div>
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So after the Puddlefords left Sugarbush Valley, the Renards were lucky enough to get a house of their own. </div>
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Eric was the only person Nelson ever considered selling their beloved cottage to and the decision was easy for Eric. Luckily he and Roxy had savings 'for a rainy day'. They bought the house furnished, which was a good thing as they had no money left for new furniture or redecorating. </div>
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The happy family in front of their new house</div>
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Full view of the cottage</div>
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Bottom floor: Living area and kitchen</div>
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The kitchen: Roxy is over the moon to finally have her own kitchen</div>
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The Renards are extremely happy to be finally living in their own cottage</div>
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I'm extremely happy to announce that I finally bought the Houseboat! It was my gift to myself for my birthday. I haven't really had time to furnish it or play with it, but wanted to take a quick picture. Ben is ecstatic that his dream of finally owning a boat came true.</div>
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With the Houseboat I received another Freya (on the right with the shell detail on her dress). I now have three 'Freyas' in my village, although original Freya will be the only Chocolate. Music room Freya and Houseboat Freya, will be exchange students living in the village. They are twins, with the surname Hopscotch (I know very original) and first names Piper and Clarine. </div>
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It was another lovely day in Sugarbush Valley, and what made it even more lovely, was the fact that it was Cassandra's day 'off'. Once a week the children walk to and from school on their own, which gives Cassandra a few precious hours to do her own thing.</div>
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"Have a nice day children, and remember to drop off Skimble first!" she yelled after them. She could imagine the eye rolls from her two older children Mistoffeless and Grizabella, as if they will ever forget about Skimble.</div>
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"What will I do today?" Cassandra wondered out loudly. There were always a few things she had to do, but she always tried to make time to go into the village and meet up with some of the villagers. Having good relationships with everyone were very important to Cassandra.</div>
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Today she decided to treat herself to tea and cake at her friend, Pippa's cake shop. And just maybe she will meet someone to chat to there.</div>
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"Good morning, Cassandra!" Pippa greeted friendly. "I haven't seen you in a long time, the children keeping you busy?" Cassandra smiled, "Yes they do, between home work, after school activities and the house building, things have been hectic. But I'm happy to say that the house is finally finished and now we can start decorating and everyone can settle into their own spot. It was quite hard to live, eat and sleep in one room." Pippa listened with interest, "That is a relief! We do have some big changes coming with regards to our living arrangements as well, but I don't want to get ahead of myself." </div>
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After some more chatting, Cassandra found a table and ordered a pot of tea. She was glad to see Cecilia Teak entering the shop. Though they have met, they haven't had a chance to chat and she would love to learn more about Cecilia. "Good morning Cecilia, do come and join me." Cassandra waved Cecilia over.</div>
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Cecilia was happy to join Cassandra, she was still new in Sugarbush Valley, and though the villagers were very friendly, it was still hard to make friends.</div>
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"Good morning, Cecilia." Pippa greeted friendly. "I hope you don't mind, but I brought you a cup for tea as well, or should I rather get you something else? Cecilia smiled, "I would love some tea, thank you."</div>
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"So how are things with you and your family, still happy about your decision to move to Sugarbush?" Cassandra inquired. "Oh yes, everyone is so friendly and helpful, we love it here." Cecilia replied. "And how are you finding Commune living?" Cassandra continued. Cecilia blushed a scarlet red, "I must admit, that is a bit hard, we like to keep to ourselves, and sharing a bathroom and kitchen is a bit of a challenge, but everyone's helpfulness make up for that."</div>
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"Oh I can understand that, but I love the idea of the Commune providing alternative housing for the villagers waiting for houses." Cassandra explained. "I agree." Cecilia smiled. "Good morning Mrs Macavity, good morning Mrs Teak." It was the Blackberry twins, Yvette and Ingrid. "Good morning Ingrid, Yvette? Isn't it too early for cake?" Cassandra inquired. The twins blushed scarlet red but explained that it is Mr Huckleberry's birthday and they wanted to surprise him with a treat.</div>
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"Thank you for the company, Cecilia. Have a good day and good luck with the house hunting." Cassandra greeted. "No, thank you, for inviting me. It was lovely to have a quick chat with you." Cecilia said thankfully.</div>
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On her way out, Cassandra met Willow Thistlethorn. "Good morning, Willow! How are you?" Willow greeted Cassandra with a huge smile, "I'm good, thank you Cassandra." The two ladies talked a while about the latest happenings in the little village. It was then that Willow told Cassandra ...</div>
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"Have you heard that Nelson and Beth have moved to away?" Cassandra couldn't believe it. She knew that Nelson wasn't very happy with all the changes in Sugarbush, but to move away was a bit drastic. "What? No! That is awful, he was such a huge institution in our little village." Cassandra quickly greeted Willow and immediately went to the little Bramble cottage on the outskirts of the village, she had to see for herself.</div>
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"Cassandra! What brings you by?" Roxy Renard noticed Cassandra approaching, and greeted her friendly. "Hey Roxy, I hope I'm not intruding, but I've just heard the news that Beth and Nelson moved and I just didn't want to believe it." Cassandra explained.</div>
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Eric climbed down form the ladder and greeted Cassandra too, "Yes, they've been planning it for a while now, but kept it a secret. Kenneth approached us first to buy the house, apparently Nelson wanted it that way. I think this was also the last house that Kenneth sold as realtor of Sugarbush." Eric clarified. All this information was just too much for Cassandra, and then she realised what Eric just said, "Wait..." she was very confused, "does that mean the Furbanks has left the village too." Cassandra didn't wait for a reply, she just greeted the Renards, and walked off, feeling miserable.</div>
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Cassandra wondered to the park, and found a bench. "What is going on in our village, why is so many villagers moving away, I thought we were such a happy village."</div>
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Her thoughts were interrupted, by Kelly Basset. "Hey Cassandra, why so depressed, are you ok?" he asked. "Oh Kelly, I've just heard that the Puddlefords and the Furbanks left our little village, and I'm just depressed, because something must be wrong!" Kelly realised she was upset and tried to explain, "On no Cassandra, don't think that! You know Nelson, lately he hasn't been happy, but only because he doesn't like change, but I've heard that they are very happy in Sweet Berry Valley. The Furbanks story is not such a happy one, but again it has nothing to do with the village or the villagers behavior." </div>
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"But then I need to tell you that the Hazelwoods also left this morning on the bus. Their idea of an Orphanage just never worked in Sugarbush, and the residents of the old age home, is so self sufficient that they don't want any carers. They are moving to Marygold Creek, and believe you me they will be very happy there!" Cassandra felt a little bit better after talking to Kelly, but she still decided to walk over to Tourist & Realtor office.</div>
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Outside the office she met Rosemary Bouquet. "Cassandra? Are you ok, you are as white as a sheet?" Rosemary was quite surprised by Cassandra's expression. "Oh Rosemary, I'm just so upset, why have Kenneth and Emma moved away, without saying goodbye even, and all the others." Rosemary immediately understood, "Cassandra, their has been complications, with the adoption of Alfie and the fostering of Alyssa, some procedures weren't followed, and they went to try and sort that out." </div>
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Herbage heard the two ladies talking and decided to try and calm Cassandra down, with the correct information. Rosemary was relieved, and quickly scrambled off, she too was somewhat upset. "You shouldn't worry too much Cassandra; Kenneth, Emma and the children are fine and happy. They just need to sort out a few things. Please don't worry about them. And before you heard further upsetting news, Durwood and Pansy also left the village yesterday, but to me they were never permanent villagers. Cassandra nodded, that was true, but she still felt depressed and slowly made her way home.</div>
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When she arrived home she found Alonzo putting some finishing touches on the house, and she was surprised to find the children already back from school.</div>
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"Cassandra, you are back, how was your morning." Alonzo seemed truly happy to see her. "Sweety are you okay?" he asked</div>
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"I guess, I'm just a bit upset about everyone that is leaving Sugarbush. It feels so personal, as if I did something wrong. Maybe I should've tried harder to be friends with them." she explained.</div>
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"Nonsense my dear, you are great, caring and a very good friend to everyone, you couldn't have done more. Things happen in life, and other's decisions are based on that, they do what are best for them, but I'm sure they appreciate your concern. Why don't you make contact with them, inquire if they are ok, and then keep contact with them, that way they will know how much you care." Alonzo suggested while hugging his wife"</div>
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"Alonzo, that is the best idea I've heard all day, thank you honey, for caring so much. Let's go inside, I need some tea." Cassandra replied happily.</div>
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Dear Sylvanian fans, I can't believe it has been more than a month since I last blogged. Time has flown by, just like it usually does this time of the year. </div>
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Sylvanian wise not much has happened in Sugarbush Valley. The villagers go about their daily tasks and I'm trying to get my motivation back to play with them and tell new stories. Unfortunately, nothing! Very frustrating, I know!</div>
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So as I'm not one for just giving up and ending a hobby out of the blue, I started to let my head go about just exactly how I'm gonna get my (Sylvanian) groove back. As I got thinking, one thing was VERY clear - "I'm not going to end collecting!" Then I took a hard unbiased (if that is possible) look at my families and collection, and I came to the realisation, some things need to go! And then I remembered that a year ago I was exactly at this point, and strangely, the same items I wanted to get rid of them came to mind again. It was the exact same three families and an extra one. They were</div>
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Some would think me mad to choose families as the first step in getting my motivation back, but I'm standing by my original collecting objective of giving a home to each family living in SV, and that is just too difficult with 50+ families. Even the approach that I tried a few months ago of giving fictional houses to families, still didn't satisfy me, so with this four families moving away I have three less 'house-less' families and an extra house.</div>
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After deciding on the families, the tough process of getting new homes in other villages for them started. Three of the families were easy, but the last one remains a challenge (more about that in a minute).</div>
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The first family that were picked up were the Hazelwoods, Basil and his family, is already off to the wonderful magical village of Marigold Creek. They are still in 'transit', but I hope to hear from them soon.</div>
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Finding a new village for the Chestnuts was a no brainer, I knew that Rooibosch Hill would be perfect for them, so they were off. As Rooibosch Hill is very close to Sugarbush Valley, I'm happy to tell you that they already arrived safely, and are settling in nicely.</div>
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The final 2 families that will be leaving Sugarbush Valley is the Puddleford family and the Furbanks family. The only problem is I don't know where to send them. So I have came up with a brilliant idea... "A GIVEAWAY"</div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">I think it is perfect timing with Christmas just around the corner. So this is how it will work: in the comment section of this post (or reply to the post in the forum) write a short paragraph of why the Puddlefords or Furbanks should come and live in your village. Entries will close Sunday 11 December 2016 and I will announce the winner on Monday.</span></div>
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Though the Puddlefords and Furbanks (FYI - little Alfie will remain in my collection and I have a plan for him and big sister Alyssa already) were never two of my favorite families, I still like them very much and they are very close to my heart, so I will be biased as to were they will go. So the better your motivation, the bigger chance you have of convincing me. </div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hi all, I'm back with a new story. I'm not even going to apologise for my absence or make excuses for it. Just life! And I have realise no matter how busy I get I will always come back to my Sylvanians!</span></div>
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It was a normal Saturday morning in the Meadows household. Maisie was washing the breakfast dishes, Jack was packing his wagon for the morning deliveries and the babies quietly played on the see-saw.</div>
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"Oh Jack, I'm so bored, can't we have an informal dinner party tonight, something like a barbeque?" Maisie sighed. Jack was taken aback by his wife's suggestion. She was usually the one who preferred a quiet night in.</div>
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"I'm sure that can be arranged, but are you sure? And who would you like to invite?" Jack replied. "Well, I really miss Heidi, so definitely the Mcburrows and what about the Chestnut family?" Maisie suggested. "Seriously? Pansy? I thought you didn't like her?" Jack said surprisingly. "Maybe she just has a hard time fitting in, I would like to get to know her?' Maisie smiled.</div>
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Meanwhile a few kilometers away, the Chestnut family were spending their Saturday morning a bit differently. They decided to have a breakfast picnic to the delight of the little ones. "Durwood, I think it is time to move on?" Pansy suddenly broke the silence. "Move on, what you mean move on? Like leave Sugarbush?" Durwood couldn't hide his surprise. </div>
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"Yes, that is exactly what I mean, we are struggling to fit in, here is never enough jobs for you and I'm ready for a new adventure?" Pansy explained. "But Flower, I thought we decided on settling here, you know, for the kids sake?" Durwood hit back. "Oh the kids will adapt, and we are born nomads, aren't we?" It was obvious that Pansy had made up her mind, and not in the mood for a fight, Durwood packed up the picnic stuff and suggested that they leave, as it was getting to hot. </div>
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To their surprise they ran into Jack Meadows. "Good morning, Pansy, Durwood? Enjoying some fresh air?" Jack greeted. Durwood always liked Jack and quickly replied before Pansy could say something sarcastic. "Yes, it was such a lovely morning. How are you, Jack? Durwood asked. "I'm mighty fine, and I was just on may way to your stand. Maisie and I would like to invite you over for dinner tonight? Will you come? I've already invited the Mcburrows too." Jack inquired.</div>
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"I'm sorry, Livvy, can I make my inconsideration up to you by inviting you to dinner tonight, we are having a few people over, and it will be good to have you there as well." Jack hastily replied. Livvy was truly surprised by the invitation, but as she desperately wanted to make more friends, she gladly accepted.</div>
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"Maisie!" Jack exclaimed, "You must be exhausted? Everything is already set up for tonight!" Maisie smiled, "Well I had the time, and now we can spend the afternoon relaxing before the guests arrive."</div>
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After some time Livvy Bramble also arrived. Maisie was glad that Jack had the idea to invite her and true to herself Maisie greeted her with open arms and a wide smile, "Livvy, I'm so glad you came, you will have a good time with us!" Livvy smiled shyly, "Thank you Maisie, I know I will."</div>
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Heidi and Livvy also quickly became acquainted, and the two friends listen in awe about all the weird turns Livvy's life had made.</div>
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"Durwood, Pansy! Welcome, I'm so glad you are here!" Maisie smiled. "Thank you for inviting us." Pansy smiled. And it was then that Maisie knew she was right about Pansy!</div>
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Little Molly enjoyed herself immensely, as she had five little learners in her nursery school, and to her surprise her little brother Monty was still the naughtiest baby.</div>
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"So Pansy, still enjoying Sugarbush?" Maisie asked. True to her nature, Pansy's answer was very honest, "Sometimes, but some of the villagers are quite snobbish and I don't think they like me very much." Maisie smiled sincerely, "I get what you mean, but believe me there is only one snob in Sugarbush, and that is Hatty, and let me ad to that, that even though she is one, she is also the one you should least allow to upset you." Pansy smiled understandably, "Yes, you are right she is actually the only one."</div>
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Maisie quickly served coffee to everyone. "Wow Maisie you have the sweetest obeying babies!" Pansy remarked. "Thank you, Pansy. Yes, I'm quite lucky, but it is not always easy, I think they are just exhausted." Maisie explained.</div>
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Jack and his friends declined the coffee and had a last beer. "Thanks for the nice barbeque Jack!" Durwood said thankfully. "It is our pleasure, maybe we can next time have it at your stand?" Jack suggested.</div>
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"What a lovely evening! I'm so glad we did this! And Pansy is actually very nice, just misunderstood." Maisie explained.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">So after a month's absence I'm back with another story. The past month was just so busy, which included a few personal struggles, but hopefully all is under control now and I will get back to focusing on my favorite hobby. Hope you enjoy the short, simple story.</span></div>
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Nurse Myriam felt both excited and stressed about the day ahead. Today she will administer the vaccines to the babies of the village. Dr Fisher felt she was more than capable to do it alone, so he will only be in later.</div>
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Though she felt proud that he had so much faith in her abilities, it will be the first time that she will carry such a huge responsibility on her own. She picked up the list of babies scheduled for today ...</div>
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...but before she could finish reading, she heard someone approaching. "Aah yes perfect!" Myriam thought. "Of course I will get the most difficult client first." as she noticed Hatty Huckleberry approaching with the twins.</div>
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"Good Morning, Hatty! All set for the vaccination?" she asked as friendly as she could. "Yes, we are, but I notice Dr Fisher is not here, is he running late?" Hatty inquired. Myriam sighed, "No he is not coming in, I will be administering the vaccines on my own." Hatty frowned, "Is that a good idea? Maybe I should rather return later when he is available." </div>
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Luckily the conversation was interrupted by the cheery chatter of Margaux Bercher and her youngest, Ciska.</div>
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"Good morning, Margaux and little Cissy!" Myriam greeted friendly. "Morning Myriam, I'm so nervous, can we just get this over and done with as quickly as possible." Margaux greeted.</div>
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"Well, you are in luck. You are the first, and we can start immediately." Myriam replied, ignoring Hatty. "That is great, Myriam, and I'm so glad that it is you who will be doing it, nothing against Dr Fisher, but men isn't always as sympathetic." Margaux replied.</div>
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"Uhm, excuse me, but I arrived first!" Hatty chipped in. "Oh, sorry Hatty, but I thought you wanted to wait for Dr Fisher." Myriam answered sweetly. "No harm in just getting it done as quickly as possible, can we get a move on, I will be late for my meeting." Hatty said.</div>
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Though frustrated with Hatty's behaviour, Myriam stayed calm and quickly gave Jethro his shot, who didn't cry at all.</div>
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Luckily, Blanka Buttermilk also arrived and the two friends occupied there little ones while Cordelia got her shot. She wasn't as unfazed about the small prick as Jethro and literally almost made Myriam's eardrums burst with her screaming. Hatty gave Myriam an unpleasant look and scrambled off with the two, trying her best to calm Cordelia.</div>
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Myriam greeted her best friend, Blanka, with a look of relief. Things can only get better after her most difficult patient has gone. "Oh, Myriam, don't worry about Hatty too much, remember babies cry and I'm sure Cordelia, would've cried even if Dr Fisher has given her the shot." Myriam just smiled, she wanted to believe that so bad. </div>
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"Let's try something different," Blanka suggested, "let her face me, I will distract her with songs and funny faces, while you quickly administer the shot?" Myriam smiled thankfully to her friend, "What a fantastic idea, thank you!"</div>
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Blanka's idea worked like magic, and though there were tears it was very few!</div>
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Kaitlin was so impressed with Myriam's manner, that she made various comments about how wonderful Myriam treated her babies. Slowly but surely Myriam's confidence was growing again.</div>
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The confidence didn't last long however. After the Deckers left, Myriam finally had a chance to check the list of babies she had to vaccinate that morning. She checked off every name ...</div>
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...but then she saw the last name on the list 'Jacques Chantilly'. She got such a fright that she dropped the clipboard, "Oh no, I can't do that! I can't inject my own little baby with a syringe."</div>
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It was at that exact moment that her husband arrived with little Jacques. "No, no, no I can't do it!" she shrieked.</div>
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Not sure what was going on, Maurice quickly put Jacques down and tried to calm Myriam down. </div>
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After listening patiently to her, he draw her closer for a hug, "It will be ok, I will be here to talk you through it, I know you can do this!" he assured her.</div>
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With one hand on Myriam's back to calm her and the other on Jacques to distract him, Myriam was ready to vaccinate Jacques. She tried her best to keep a steady hand and quickly gave the shot. She let out a huge sigh of relief when it was over.</div>
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To her surprise Jacques didn't cry and immediately, called out "mommy" when she was done.</div>
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"You did it, Honey!" Maurice congratulated her, "and see Jacques didn't even blink." Myriam felt really proud of herself.</div>
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Just then Dr Fisher appeared, "So how did it go, Myriam?" he inquired. "It was ok, it took a while to get used to it and the crying babies, but next time I will be more confident." she replied.</div>
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"Wonderful, Myriam. Congratulations! Now take a quick break, which I'm sure you need and then come back so that we can continue our busy day." Dr Fisher advised.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">So after a bit of an absence, I have finally had the courage to do a new story. It is not something literary, but something comic rather. Inspired by one of the little gifts Kyraja of Marigold Creek blog send me recently. If you know me or follow me on Facebook you would know that I love wine... and I thought this was quite and appropriate story. Enjoy it!</span></div>
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Kelly Basset sighed as he approached the quaint little cottage of the Puddleford family. He really hoped that he could quietly drop the parcel on the front porch and slip away, but not today. Every single member of the Puddleford family was enjoying the wonderful sunny day in their front garden.</div>
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"Good afternoon", Kelly greeted, waving tentatively. "What bring you by? Once again doing Pete's job I see?" Beth Puddleford remarked without greeting Kelly properly.</div>
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"Well as Pete has a whole heap of very important letters that must be delivered to Mayor Trunk at once, I offered to deliver your parcel, but if you rather Pete deliver it, I will return it to him. It looks like it was sent from Marigold Creek." Kelly hastily added. Regretting suggesting that he will return the parcel to the Postman.</div>
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"Oh, don't be silly." Beth replied excitedly when she heard that her sister sent her a gift. Kelly quickly turned around and hurried off, before Nelson could order him to return the parcel to the Postman, so that he himself can deliver it.</div>
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Which gave Beth a chance to open her dear sister's parcel. "W I N E!" she squealed with excitement. Then quickly listening if Nelson heard her, Nelson didn't approve of using alcohol, but Beth loved it, especially wine.</div>
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As she has expected Nelson wasn't impressed with the wine. "Wine! Why on earth would they send us wine." Nelson was visibly upset and offended. "What a shame to waste money like that." he continued mumbling under his breath.</div>
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"Nellie," she began "look at the gorgeous picture and letter my sister send with the wine. See Ernest is wearing that hat you gave him as gift." Beth knew just how to soften her husband. "That old grouch, and that after complaining what a stupid gift it was." At least Nelson was smirking now. She knew that he was now more inclined to talk about the wine.</div>
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Nelson returned to his little shop and while she waited for the water to boil for some afternoon coffee, she finalised her plan.</div>
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"The coffee is ready dear." Beth announced. "Thank you, B. I would love a cup now." Nelson replied. "Nellie, I have thought, we need to spend some quality time together. We never get the chance anymore. Everything is always about the children. I miss you!" she skillfully added. </div>
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Nelson blushed deeply, then added, "As always you are right, but when?" Beth smiled, knowing well that she would be enjoying a glass of wine tonight, "What about tonight, I will asked Betty Hazelwood to babysit and we can get pizza. We don't have to go out, a picnic in the back garden is all I need." Nelson smiled, relieved that it won't cost him an arm a leg to keep Beth happy. "That is good, phone Betty and make the arrangements."</div>
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Betty quickly answered the phone, and without too much explaining and convincing, it was arranged that Betty will pick up the ducklings at six 'o clock.</div>
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Beth quickly gave some instructions to Betty, indicating that she has packed some food for dinner, and their pajamas in the suitcase. She arranged a time with Betty to pick up the children, and then excused herself.</div>
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She knew she sounded blunt, but she still wanted to set up a nice comfortable spot in the garden, and afterall it is not as if she was friends with Betty, why should she make small talk.</div>
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Just as Beth laid out the last plate, she heard Nelson at the gate, and went to open the door for him. He insisted on picking up the pizza himself as according to him 'it was just senseless to pay an exuberant delivery fee if you can do something yourself.' He didn't look happy, "Good thing I picked it up myself, the pizza are so expensive that I sure wouldn't have had enough money to pay for the delivery too." he gabbled. Beth decided to ignore his unhappiness.</div>
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"I thought we would have a picnic." she replied sweetly, trying very hard to stay patient. "And why the wine?" Nelson asked. "We don't have to drink it, Nellie, but as we had it, I thought why not." Beth replied even sweeter, fluttering her eyelids. "You could've at least brought out the camping chairs." he continued unhappily.</div>
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She carefully removed both their hats, and looked Nelson straight in the eyes, "Darling, please! Stop finding fault with everything. We are still young and sitting on the ground shouldn't be a problem, look there is cushions Also we have the perfect bank balance, so spending a few Sylva on pizza won't break the bank, and finally the wine will relieve the stress of raising triplets and constantly attending to them. I need a glass and I would like you to have one with me, so please enjoy the moment.</div>
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Nelson lowered his eyes, knowing his wife had a point. "Ok, ok, no complaining and just enjoyment!" Beth quickly opened the wine and plated the food, before Nelson could change his mind.</div>
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"Thank you, Nellie." Beth hugged her husband. "I must admit, I like the peace and quiet and the wine is not bad at all." Nelson added.</div>
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"Wonderful," Beth squealed, "and who do we have to thank?" and she quickly produced the picture of her sister and her husband.</div>
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"To Jemima! To Ernest!" Nelson lifted his glass. "To Jemima and Ernest" Beth echoed. "Cheers!"</div>
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First of all apologies for my absence. We had our Winter holiday break the past 3 weeks and though we stayed at home, our weekends was quite busy and on Wednesdays (my usual SF day) my boy was with me.</div>
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Today I want to show off the parcel I recently got from Kyra all the way from Trier, Germany. For this trade she wanted the <a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Sylvanian-Families-shops-fried-donut/dp/B00LGJ4PP0">Donut set with Bear mother</a> and we agreed that if she could get a carry cottage on ebay at the same price (incl postage) we could trade. I was over the moon when she told me she managed it and the trade was on.</div>
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Here is the cottage I got.</div>
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Unlike the other one I have, this one can still lock.</div>
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I just love this small cosy cottage.</div>
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And it is actually really spacious on the inside.</div>
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My boy decided that the Buttermilks must move into this cottage. (Now I still have to get one for the poor Petite family). They still need some furniture and decorations, but they are happy to finally have a real home.</div>
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In the parcel Kyra also included the <span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.25;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dtoys-and-games&field-keywords=calico+critters+lavender+room+set">Calico Critters Girl Lavender Bedroom</a>. She had an extra one and I paid her via paypal for it.</span></div>
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After my own bit of organising the Fishers were ecstatic about the look of their new room in the Commune.</div>
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Kyra also include a few miniatures for me. I like the German style beer mugs, I'm sure they will come in handy at my next SV party. The pot is also so amazing. The Puddlefords from <a href="http://aeternumsomnium.blogspot.co.za/p/the-buildings-in-marigold-creek.html">Marigold Creek</a> was also so kind to send their friends (or is it family - time will tell) some wine, with a cute note. (Unfortunately JC hid the wine somewhere and I couldn't include in the picture.</div>
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It was once again delightful to do a trade with Kyra, and I hope there will be many many more.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40009699221073595.post-16308862989610616832016-07-07T06:45:00.000-07:002016-07-07T06:45:42.875-07:00The lady and the gypsy<div style="text-align: left;">
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... and then just slumped down again. Today was the day, the first of many to come. 'How will I survive it?' she thought.</div>
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But from nowhere Cecilia, found some strength to get up, she slowly climbed out of bed. "I will not celebrate his birthday being depressed. He was a happy child, always smiling, he deserves more than a depressed mother on his birthday." she told herself out loud.</div>
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Like every other morning Cecilia got her journal out, read the inspirational thought for the the day. This little book was her lifeline, without it she wouldn't have made it thus far.</div>
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After a long luxurious bath, she got dressed. 'Aaah, that is much better.' she thought to herself. Now she is ready to celebrate her son's birthday.</div>
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Meanwhile on the other side of the village, Livvy Brambly was up too. She just made a fire outside her tent. First she had to boil some water for her coffee and then she will ad the oatmeal for her breakfast.</div>
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After enjoying her breakfast and coffee, Livvy sat thinking in her chair. She loved her life, the constant travelling, seeing different places every month, and till now she has been lucky to find odd jobs wherever she went, but this was not a life for a child, and she knew she should settle down, for Max's sake. "Will Sugarbush Valley be the place?" she wondered loudly.</div>
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Cecilia made her way into the little village, she was quite surprised just how much she was enjoying the peacefulness of every day life in Sugarbush after being used to the bustling city life, which she thought she loved.</div>
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As she walked past the Boutique, she decided to venture in. 'Would it be a sin to spoil herself with a gift on her son's birthday? Maybe not!' she thought.</div>
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"Cecilia! Good morning!" Willow Thistlethorn greeted Cecilia as she walked in. "Morning Willow, surprised to see you here?" Cecilia asked puzzled. "Well yes, but Camilla and Charles had to go to Grinpa for some new purchases, and I offered to manage the store for the day." Willow explained. It was then that Cecilia noticed a stranger.</div>
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"Hello Cecilia, Blanka Buttermilk. Pleased to meet you!" Blanka introduced herself. "Hello Blanka, oh look at your little girl, her dress is gorgeous." Cecilia complimented.</div>
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"So Cecilia, anything specific you are looking for? I'm no sales lady, but I will try to assist you the best I can." Willow asked hesitantly. "Well, I'm not really sure if I should get something, but it won't hurt to look around. Cecilia explained. "Of course, let's see if something jumps into your hands." The two women giggled together over Willow's joke.</div>
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And like luck would have it, Cecilia found something. "I think it suits you perfectly." Willow commented. "I don't know, it feels so selfish?" Cecilia told Willow about Nollie's birthday, and still needed some assurance. "Oh nonsense, but it is your decision." Willow said encouragingly.</div>
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"Good morning, ladies." Cecilia greeted friendly. The women gathered in the square was quite surprised by the upbeat sound of Cecilia's greeting. They all have heard the rumours, but none was sure if it was true.</div>
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"Hey Cecilia," greeted Ellema, "what a beautiful handbag you have." Cecilia blushed, she hoped that no one will notice, but it was so pretty, it was hard not to. "I have to agree with El, did you buy it from the Boutique?" Hildie asked.</div>
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"Thank you, yes I have, I thought to treat myself, but I think I suffer from buyer's remorse." Cecilia blushed scarlet red. "Oh nonsense, we mothers need to indulge ourselves sometimes, as long as you don't do it every day, and the rest of your family don't suffer because of your spending, I don;t see anything wrong with it." Shirley responded. "You are too kind, thank you. I might then just keep it." Cecilia shyly answered.</div>
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"Poor woman, I wonder if the stories are true, either way, I don't ever want to be in her shoes. If something should happen to Abi or Marci, it would drive me crazy." Bethanie remarked to Hildie. "Time will tell, but yes for now we can just support her, and welcome her in true Sugarbush style into our community." Hildie replied.</div>
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Cecilia ordered her salted caramel popcorn form Shirley and settled on a nearby bench. She noticed her friend, Kelly Bassett enjoying and ice cream and waved him over. "Good morning Cecilia. You look stunning as ever, this morning." Kelly complimented, ever the charmer. "Thank you, Kelly. I never took you for a sweet tooth?" Cecilia remarked looking at the ice cream. "Well, who can resist these." Kelly laughed.</div>
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Cecilia accompanied Kelly out of the village, she wanted to go to the bakery which was situated on the edge of the village. Here they bumped into Livvy Bramble. "Livvy, good to see you!" Kelly greeted. "And you too, hello Cecilia." Livvy waved. "What are you up to?" Kelly inquired. "Have you decided if you will be staying in Sugarbush?" Cecilia looked perplexed "You mean you are only here for a while?" Livvy smiled, "That is what I'm trying to find out. I think it is time to settle down. But you know once a gypsy, always a gypsy."</div>
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And then something astounding happened, which not even Cecilia thought she was capable of. "Dearest Livvy, come with me, let's find a nice spot, and have a cup of tea, and then I will tell you why you should stay in the Valley." and nonchalantly she took Livvy by the arm and marched her into the village. Kelly smiled, 'The lady and the gypsy becoming friends, how odd.' But Kelly was relieved that both of these women have finally found some peace.</div>
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The two ladies chatted for hours. Both opened their hearts to the other, finally shedding the hardship that they have been carrying around for some time, relieved that they could finally share their deepest feelings with someone, Cecilia her son's death and Livvy how her son has been put into foster care because of her nomadic existence.</div>
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At the Supermarket, it was finally time to say good bye for now. "Thank you, Livvy for listening, your insight gave me such strength." Cecilia declared. "And you for convincing me to stay, to get a secure work, and to win my son back." Livvy remarked with tears in her eyes.</div>
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It was in the supermarket that Livvy's decision to stay gained some more favour. "Hey, aren't you Livvy Bramble?" A friendly cat greeted her. Livvy smiled shyly and nodded. "Welcome to our village, I hope you are happy here." Myriam affirmed</div>
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Livvy approached her camping site slowly, being certain that it would probably be wrecked and her things stolen, it has happened so many times in the past, that she half expected it.</div>
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Then it dawned on her, she will stay here, she will settle down here, and the maddest of all she wanted to stay. Finally Livvy Bramble has found peace.</div>
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Unaware of her friend's breakthrough, Cecilia made her way to the bakery. It was strange how light hearted she felt, after the chat with Livvy. Once again Livvy was the perfect example that one should not judge others on their look and background.</div>
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"Good morning, Cecilia. Good to see you out and about. How can we help you?" Tamsie greeted.</div>
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"We have a celebration today, a birthday party actually, so I think cake is in order." Cecilia smiled</div>
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After much deliberation and some difficult decisions, Cecilia finally settled on something for each family member that she knew they would enjoy. "You are going to have a wonderful party." Tamsie remarked. "Thank you for supporting us." </div>
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She found them in their room in the Commune. Arthur was reading a story to the girls.</div>
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"Celia! There you are, we missed you? Are you ok?" Arthur inquired. Cecilia instantly felt guilty, he must've been worried. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have stayed away so long, but I had some errands to run." she apologised. "No need to apologise, I understand. I'm just glad you are back. Something smells delicious, what did you buy?"</div>
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"I bought some cake and treats. I think it is time for a party. Nollie would've liked that?" she explained. Arthur looked puzzled, "A party? Honey, are you sure?" Cecelia smiled reassuringly. "Yes, I am sure, it is time to move on. Obviously, I will never forget, it will still hurt for a very long time, but we need to start celebrating Nollie and his life, and stop acting as if he never existed."</div>
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Arthur took his wife into his arms, kissed her and hugged her tightly. "Oh Cecilia, I am so proud of you! And I like your decision very much!"</div>
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It was another wonderful morning in Sugarbush Valley. This was the thoughts of Tamsie Honeybear as she accompanied her three children to school.</div>
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As they arrived at school, Tamsie's son Diggory immediately spotted tow of his classmates, Geo Hawton and Lester Thistlethorn. "Heya Digg!" Geo greeted excitedly. "Ready for the big game this afternoon?" Lester asked. Meanwhile Katy spotted her friend Abigail Woodbrook. "Bye mommy!" she yelled and joined her friend. </div>
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"Good morning, Katy!" Abigail greeted perfectly. "You look wonderful this morning." Tamsie just smiled. It was always so interesting, how boys and girls differ. Tamsie's thoughts were interupted by Harley Farthing, "Good morning Tamsie, what another spectacular day in Sugarbush!" Tamsie smiled, "Indeed, I noticed it too while we were walking to school this."</div>
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"Well you must enjoy your day, happy baking!" Harley smiled. "Oh and can I take Lumy to school with Rally? I know you must open the bakery soon, and I don't mind to?" Lumy answered the request for her mother, "Yes I want to, mommy!" Lumy cried. Tamsie kissed her youngest and waved them off.</div>
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Though opening times wasn't that strict in Sugarbush, Tamsie was greatful to for once not be late. She unlocked the bakery and changed the "closed" sign to "open".</div>
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Like every other morning Tamsie was quite surprised by the emptiness of the shelves. They days are usually so busy that she doesn't always realise how fast the baked goods sell out. They were truly blessed, because empty shelves was a sign of good business.</div>
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Tamsie immediately start of by mixing the dough for the baguettes, they are by far the best sellers, and she usually has to bake more than one batch a day. </div>
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As expected, just as she took them out of the oven the first customers arrived. This morning it was PC Roberts and his son, Hughie.</div>
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"Good morning, Tamsie. Ooh, I guess you just took these out, they smell delicious. Unfortunately, I'm not here to buy bread, I forgot to buy some snacks for Hughie's school lunch, and as you are on the way, I thought I'd treat him with something special."</div>
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"That is a fabulous idea, we have many baked treats for the kids, that is not too sugary or filled with jam or cream." Tamsie explained. "Of course. Hughie, where are you, come here! What are you doing behind the counter, show me what you would like." Bobby called out to Hughie.</div>
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While father and son made up their minds, Tamsie attended to Heidi Mcburrows. "Morning Heidi, fresh baguette, I guess?" The shy mole giggled, "Yes please, Tamsie!"</div>
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Tamsie, however first assisted the Roberts' out of the bakery. "That fish shape bread is a great choice, it is filled with a delicious tuna surprise. I'm sure Hughie will like it." Tamsie waved goodbye.</div>
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Tamsie was glad to be alone again, she has to get the Honeybread in the oven, it is Friday and Friday's are Honeybread day. The Honeybread is her specialty, and though it is easy and quick to make, it is exclusive and only available on Friday's. Tamsie hymned softly and was about to pour the honey into the mixture, when she realised that the jar was gone. She was sure she had it before the first customers arrived.</div>
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Tamsie looked under her bench, and even went to the small shelf were they keep some bread spreads for sale, but it wasn't there either. "Oh no, now I must rush over to the Supermarket. The Bearbury's just live to far out, I will never be back in time!" she thought out loud.</div>
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Tamsie was relieved to see that the Supermarket was empty. She grabbed a bottle from the shelf, barely greeted Wilbur Redwood, and rushed to the till.</div>
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"Tamsie, you look in an awful hurry?" Wilbur inquired. "I am, sorry for my rudeness, but my Honeybread is not in the oven yet, and the customers will soon start to arrive and demand it!" Tamsie explained wide eyed. "Hmmm, the Honeybread. I get it, here is your change, go Tamsie and good luck!"</div>
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"Tamsie Honeybear! Why on earth are you buying honey at the Supermarket." The upset voice came from Irene Bearbury, whose husband was the official supplier of honey to the Bakery. Tamsie quickly explained to Irene her dilemma, and after hearing the story, even Irene encouraged her to run like the wind, and get the bread in the oven.</div>
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"Good morning, ladies. Sorry you had to wait, I'm having a small crises." Tamsie tried to explain. "It is ok." Blanka Buttermilk replied. "Yes, no worries at all." Betty Hazelwood agreed. But Tamsie could sense that Beth Puddleford didn't approve.</div>
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"No Tamsie, this is unacceptable, your sign say you open at 8:00, it is already 10 'o clock, why aren't you open. Remember a lack of planning on your side does not constitute an emergency on my part." Beth preach. Tamsie just sighed, apologised and unlock the door, she knew there was no sense in arguing with Beth.</div>
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"At least the shelves are not empty, otherwise I would've surely went to Blueberry Hill to do my shopping." Beth mumbled. Blanka looked at Tamsie and winked. "Everything looks delicious, but for now just some bunnies for me, please."</div>
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Blanka thanked Tamsie, wished her a good day and left the bakery. Tamsie knew, Betty was there to pick up The Home's daily order, she quickly packed that and with more thank you's Betty was on her way too.</div>
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Tamsie took a deep breath and approached Beth, "Anything in particular you are looking for, Beth?" Tamsie inquired sweetly? "I want to treat Nelson with something special at lunch, but I don't see anything I think he would like?" Beth replied. "Are you looking for something sweet or savoury?" Tamsie asked.</div>
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The two of them started working, and soon the shelves were filled. Tamsie managed to prep some sandwiches, ready to be taken away for those in a hurry, and Bertie finally shoved the croissants into the oven.</div>
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Just then the door opened and Tamsie realised that they haven't had any customers for over and hour. This time it was Cecilia Teak. </div>
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"Good morning, Cecilia. Good to see you out and about. How can we help you?" Tamsie greeted.</div>
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Tamsie helped Cecilia pick a few special items, Cecilia paid, thanked the Honeybears for their great help and was off. "Oh she seems happy today?" Tamsie remarked. "She does, indeed!" Bertie agreed.</div>
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Just then they noticed another customer, "PC Roberts? Something the matter, I really hope that Hughie didn't get an allergic reaction to the tuna bread?" Tamsie asked wide eyed. PC Roberts looked furious, "No Tamsie, it is much worse than that, come on Hughie, don't be shy now!"</div>
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"Auntie Tamsie, I'm so sorry, I took your honey. I love honey, but that is not a reason to take something that doesn't belong to me. I know I should've paid for it." Tamsie stifled a grin, the irony wasn't lost on her, but she realised it was a very serious situation for PC Bobby, so she tried her best to handle it as a serious one. "Yes that was wrong, Hughie, but you did the right thing to bring it back to me and apologise, I appreciate that, thank you!"</div>
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After returning the jar to Tamsie, Hughie quickly hid behind his dad. "I am really so sorry Tamsie, Bertie. It is indeed very ironic that the son of the Police Constable are a little thief, but trust me he will not do it again." Bobby explained. "Don't worry, Constable," Bertie said, "we understand."</div>
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Finally a new story from Sugarbush Valley. Damara has really exhausted me, so much so that I had no creativity left to do a new story. So please be patient with me as I am sure this is not my best still, but I missed my collection and wanted to play a bit. Happy reading!</div>
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It was another glorious day in Sugarbush Valley. The square was bustling with activity. "I would like a heart lollipop, please?" Charlotte Brighteyes told Shirley Darwin. "Me too, me too!" her little sister Olivia squealed. "You must say 'please first." Charlotte corrected her.</div>
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Cecilia Teak and her daughter Bonnie was also enjoying, the marvelous weather in the little park, just off the square. Like most other days Cecilia felt miserable, but Bonnie's giggles helped to lighten her mood. "Oh I hope, I will one day feel better again." She said to herself.</div>
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Bobby Roberts, who happen to be nearby, overheard Cecilia and went up to her, "Good morning Mrs Teak, pardon me but are you alright? I wasn't eavesdropping, but couldn't help overhearing what you just say?" Cecilia fought hard against the tears, "Thank you for the interest, but yes I am ok, it has been six months now, some days are just harder then others." </div>
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Ellema Brightfield also came over for a quick chat. "Good morning, Cecilia!" She greeted friendly. Cecilia sighed and got up, "hello Ellema." Cecilia like Ellema, but this morning she wasn't in the mood to chat.</div>
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Worst of all is that Shirley Darwin also joined them. Luckily by now, both ladies knew about Cecilia's heartache and sort of ignored the topic. The three chatted about daily life in the village, and how Cecilia was adjusting to living in Sugarbush Valley.</div>
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After a good chat, Cecilia had to excuse herself. She had to meet Arthur and their daughter, Sadie at the Decker's Restaurant. While making her way to the restaurant, she felt blessed to have met these two friends, and maybe just maybe she must just let them 'in'.</div>
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As they arrive at the restaurant, Bonnie screamed, "Mommy look there is Sadie!" Cecilia looked up and saw her beautiful daughter on the small boardwalk. "Hello Mommy!" Sadie waved.</div>
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Kaitlin Decker greeted them at the door and ushered them inside. "Excuse the triplets, Penny Farthing has to babysit them today, but something occupied her. She will soon be here, but they shouldn't bother you." Kaitlin apologised</div>
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Little Bonnie immediately joined her sister outside, while Kaitlin took their order. "This surely is a wonderful spot for a restaurant." Cecilia remarked.</div>
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Cecilia turned to her husband, "So how did Sadie's enrollment at the school go?" Arthur smiled, "It was effortless. Everyone is so helpful, I met the headmaster Mr Huckleberry as well as Sadie's teacher Mr Chiffon. Two very eccentric men, but wonderful." That is good, Cecilia smiled back at her husband. </div>
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Just then Penny Farthing arrived. "I'm so sorry for the delay, Kaitlin. But Rally had a terrible cough this morning and I had to take him to Dr Fisher this morning, but he is ok now. Harley will be looking after him, so that I can take care of the triplets. Is that ok?" Penny rambled. "Yes sure, no problem Penny. They should be no trouble. We will pick them up after work." Kaitlin informed Penny.</div>
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"So Sadie, did you meet any possible friends today?" Cecilia inquired. "I met a few nice girls, one in particular was Alyssa, but I don't know if she will want to be my friend." Sadie replied. "Of course she will, Honey. You are a great friend, and she will be missing out if she doesn't want to be your friend." Cecilia assured her daughter. </div>
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Firstly they bumped into Kelly Basset, the bus driver, accompanied by a stranger. "Good afternoon, Kelly, good to see you again so soon." Arthur greeted friendly. Just the previous week Kelly accompanied them into the village. "Yes, I'm just taking Ms Bramble here, into the village." </div>
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After a few more meters they also met Basil Hazelwood and his daughter Evie. "Please to meet you Mr Teak, and your family." Basil replied. Sadie was glad to meet another possible friend, but Bonnie decided to keep a safe distance behind her mother.</div>
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"Hey, my name is Shelly Keats, will you now also live in the Commune?" Sadie smiled, I like her she thought. "I guess so, this my sister Bonnie, and I am Sadie." Sadie replied. "Do you wanna go play?" Shelly asked? "Sure, but maybe later, I just want to go with my parents to our room." Shelly said goodbye and left, telling Sadie to come look for her when she is done.</div>
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Finally they were alone in their new room. "It is quite small." Arthur remarked. "It is, but it doesn't matter, as long as we are together we have everything." Cecilia assured her husband.</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Damara took one last look at the empty room, and felt a bitter sweet emotion overwhelming her. She desperately wants to go home, but the whole trip and the few days in Sugarbush was so special.</span></div>
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She headed to the kitchen to find Mona and greet her, but she was surprised to discover a few other Commune-residents there too. She has greeted most of the villagers the previous evening, so it meant a great deal that some of them wanted to say good bye again. "Oh there you are!" it was Mona. "Are you ready to leave?" she asked Damara. "Yes I am, thank you for everything Mona." and a huge knot formed in her throat. She quickly hugged everyone, trying very hard not to cry.</div>
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As she turned to leave, Mona quickly hurried up to her, "Hey, wait for me?" Damara looked surprised, "Are you going with me?" Mona smiled, "Of course, dear, I will never let you walk to the bus stop alone." Damara smiled and the relief washed over her. This was not a good time to be alone.</div>
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Damara informed Mona that she would quickly like to buy a snack for the trip. She didn't feel like eating that morning, and knew she would be hungry as soon as the bus pulled out of Sugarbush Valley. "I know just the place." Mona smiled. They headed for the Deli. Damara was fortunate to meet more villagers. This time it was Hector Corntop and Durwood Chestnut, who turned out to be Pansy's husband. "Pansy told me about the lovely stranger she met, now I can told her I've met you too." Durwood announced proudly.</div>
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On her way out, Damara was pleased to bump into another friend she made, Bethanie Woodbrook. "Aaah Damara, I'm glad I caught you. You must have a save trip and hopefully one day our paths will cross again. Please write to me?" and Bethanie handed her a piece of paper with an address. Damara acknowledged that she would, hugged her friend tightly and excused herself.</div>
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Still ahead of time Mona and Damara wandered at a leisurely pace towards the bus stop. Admiring the scenery and chatting about Damara's visit.</div>
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They also passed the small clinic where Andrey Buttermilk was examining Charlotte Brighteyes' teeth.</div>
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"Bye bye all." Damara called out, feeling much more confident about leaving. "Bye Damara," they called out, "it was nice meeting you!"</div>
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They also passed the school where Mr Chiffon was explaining a confusing Latin term to Katie Darwin and Wren Farthing.</div>
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"Bye Damara, do come visit us again!" they greeted as Mona and Damara passed.</div>
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Soon they arrived at the bus stop. Others was already waiting there.</div>
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And Damara couldn't believe her eyes when she saw Irene Bearbury. "Are you going somewhere too, Irene?" she asked carefully? "No silly, I came to say good bye to you."Irene replied. Damara felt the silly knot in her throat rise again.</div>
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She was also glad to see Blanka and Kaitlin there too. They informed here that they are going on a day drip to Meadowfield Falls, to attend a baby expo. Damara was overjoyed that she would have some company on her trip.</div>
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While they waited for the bus, Damara and Irene settled on one of the wooden benches and talked like they have been friends since childhood. Damara knew that she had formed a friendship with Irene that will last forever.</div>
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Too soon the bus arrived, and it was time to go. Kelly Basset must have noticed the somber mood, as he tried his best to cheer up everyone with his jokes.</div>
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Damara hugged Irene tightly, trying to keep the words to a minimum.</div>
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Damara also thanked Mona for her kindness, help and friendship.</div>
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"All aboard!" Kelly announced, probably sensing the river that might be cried if he didn't cut in. "Leave your luggage to me, I will load it." as he pushed Blanka's buggy to the boot.</div>
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On the fifth and last day of Damara's stay she was invited to have breakfast with three friends at the Seafood Restaurant of the Deckers. "Good morning Margaret", Kaitlin greeted friendly, "so glad you brought Damara to our Restaurant!" </div>
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She was blown away by the sheer beauty of the landscapes. "Good morning you two!" She waved to the Blackberry twins.</div>
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After ordering their food Damara and her new friends chatted about daily life in Sugarbush and Damara's journey. "Oh no, it is too difficult, to pick a favorite, I had some wonderful times in all the villages and towns I visited, and though each village had something I loved about them, I cannot pick a favorite." Damara explained.</div>
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After breakfast, Brooklyn suggested that they climb on to the roof terrace and show Damara the view. "Oh I am somewhat afraid of heights!" Blanka Buttermilk exclaimed but she was brave enough to climb on the roof too.</div>
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Soon it was time for Margaret, Myriam and Blanka to get back to their daily tasks. They thanked the Deckers for a delicious meal, with promises of coming again. "I sure need to bring Maurice here." Myriam told Blanka. "Oh yes, maybe we should arrange a babysitter one evening?" Blanka suggested.</div>
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Not in a hurry to return back to the Commune, Damara decided to take a walk along the river. In the distance she could make out the shape of a canal boat.</div>
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As she came closer, she noticed that it was quite run down. "Damara, good morning?" Someone called out," It turned out to be Rose Timbertop. "do you want to climb abroad?" Though surprised by the invitation and the fact that the lady knew who she was, Damara didn't want to be rude and accepted the invitation.</div>
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Taylor Timbertop lowered a ladder across the water and Damara nimbly climbed over.</div>
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Quick introductions was made. "And this is Roxy Renard, she will help me with the cleaning of the boat, and Aaron Cottontail will assist Taylor with some of the renovations." Rose explained.</div>
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Then Rose told Damara how they came to obtain the canal boat. Damara was captivated by the story, and cautiously asked if Rose will show her the interior.</div>
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"Of course I will show you, but please keep in mind we have just arrived in Sugarbush with it. It is very dirty and Roxy and I haven't had time to clean it yet." Rose explained. "Oh don't worry, I wouldn't mind that." Damara reassured Rose. They entered the boat through the bedroom, and Rose explained that they want to have Aaron make a bunkbed for Buddy.</div>
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But also explained that if both set of doors were closed it reveals a bathroom with a shower and a toilet. Damara was intrigued.</div>
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"It is so well equipped." Damara exclaimed. "I would love to live on a boat." Rose blushed, "I agree, I am looking most forward."</div>
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"Hey auntie Damara, are you enjoying your stay?" It was little Owen. "Oh hi Owen, yes I am, but it is almost time for me to go home." Damara explained. "Mommy will be sad, she tells daddy every day, how great you are and that she wants to see you one more time." Damara felt a huge knot in her stomach, she did have a special connection with Irene. "Thanks for saying, that Owen, maybe things will work out and I will see your mom again."</div>
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And was she glad she did. The Patisserie was deliciously impressive, and she got to meet another villager. "Good to meet you, Damara, Pippa just told me everything about your trip. It must have been wonderful?" Rosemary asked. "It was amazing, but I am glad to be going home tomorrow though." Damara replied.</div>
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Though the choice wasn't easy, Damara settled on a donut with strawberry frosting. It was scrumptious, and with each bite she realised that one will easily get very fat if one is to stay in this village.</div>
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After finishing her donut, Damara went into the shoe store. She noticed that their was only a small selection of shoes, but form a distance they looked like good quality shoes.</div>
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"Hey Damara," Alex greeted her friendly, "Kate mentioned that you might drop by. Also let me introduce you to one of my favorite customers Mae Mulberry." Mae blushed and greeted Damara. "I was fascinated when hearing about your hand crafted shoes, and just had to come and have a look for myself." Damara explained.</div>
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Damara couldn't believe it, but as she exited the shoe shop her stomach gave a loud growl. Was it possible that she could be hungry already, but then she got the smell of pizzas and everything made sense. And what came as no surprise a little pizza parlour was situated just outside the shoe shop.</div>
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While she waited she noticed a dog couple waiting at the table. "Good afternoon, I am Damara." She greeted friendly. The couple introduced themselves as Antonio and Dorothy Patches, the hairdressers of the village. They had a quick chat, and wished Damara a safe journey home.</div>
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Damara once heard Mona mentioning the square and decided to go and enjoy her lunch there. It was quite busy, mostly with children trying to make the difficult decision of which sweets to choose.</div>
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While enjoying her last bite, a petite little mouse approached Damara. "Good afternoon, I am so sorry to disturb you, but you are Damara? The travelling Sylvanian?" the mouse hesitantly asked? "Damara quickly chewed her last bite, and replied. "Yes that is me, how can I help?"</div>
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The mouse turned out to be Betty Hazelwood, the caretaker of the orphanage. She told Damara all about little Helly Beaman, who stayed with her for a short while before she was adopted by the wonderful Beaman family. "Well, that probably all happened while I was away." Damara explained.</div>
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"Of course," The mouse giggled, "but can I ask you to take a letter to Helly and her new family? I really miss her and though I know she is very happy, I want to keep contact with her. I have asked her new mother permission to write her a letter." Damara agreed and said that she will be more than happy to deliver the letter. The joy on Betty's face was sensational.</div>
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With the thoughts of one last thing that she must do, she walked towards the tourist and information centre. She needed to buy the bus ticket for her final trip home. At the office she met Daisy Buttercup and Theodora Dappledawn. She informed them that she needed to buy a bus ticket to Rooibosh Hill.</div>
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Theodora offered to issue it for her and Damara had a chance to chat to Daisy. She mentioned her visit to Highfields farm and that she was overwhelmed by the beauty of the Buttercup house. "Well, it is a real shame that you are going home tomorrow, as we would have loved to have you for dinner."</div>
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After Daisy left Damara went into the office to get her ticket. Herbage gave her the ticket explaining the route that she will travel and confirming the departure and arrival time.</div>
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Damara was just about to leave her bedroom when she found Bronté Keats and Margaux Bercher outside. "Good morning, Damara. Sorry for disturbing you so early, but we have thought to show you the village if you don't have any other plans, yet." Bronté greeted. Damara was quite surprised. She met both Margaux and Bronté briefly on her first day, and immediately sensed that they were best friends. "Thank you ladies, that will be lovely." Damara agreed.</div>
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Bronté explained that they first needed to stop by the nursery school to deliver Larkin's snack. In the hustle and bustle of the hectic morning, it was forgotten on the kitchen table. Damara was very pleased about the detour, she loved children.</div>
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As they approached the nursery school, she could see the teacher, Delia Chiffon, reprimanding two little boys. "Hughie, Rally, that was very naughty. You must learn to wait your turn. Larkin and Burl was at the slide first, and when they have finished sliding, it is your turn." she explained. "Yes ma'am." little Hughie said. "Sorry ma'am." Rally apologised.</div>
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Bronté waited for Delia to finish her disciplining before approaching her. She explained the reason for her unannounced visit and then introduced Damara to Delia.</div>
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While Bronté stole a hug from Larkin before handing him his food, and Margaux played with little Skimble Macavity and Jocelyn Chantilly. Damara chatted to Delia. She liked Delia, who was obviously a kindhearted woman, for being a nursery school teacher. But Delia also disclosed that she needed to be strict, as some of the little ones like taking chances.</div>
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"Now for some shopping." Bronté suggested excitedly. "Yes, indeed," Margaux replied, "but unfortunately Innes asked me to help him with some orders, so if it is alright I just want to stop at the Toy Shop first?" Damara almost squealed with excitement, she loved toy shops, and always looked for a reason to visit one.</div>
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Bronté and Damara indicated that they have no qualms about dropping by the toy shop first, and the three friends headed for the Toy Shop, where Innes was already waiting for them.</div>
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While Margaux assisted her husband, Damara and Bronté looked around. Damara was pleasantly surprised by the variety of toys that the Toy Shop stocked. She was relieved that her suitcase was already full to the brim, otherwise she would've bought toys for all her friends' children.</div>
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Innes was finally satisfied with the orders, thanked Margaux for her help and waived the ladies good bye, "Enjoy the shopping, ladies!"</div>
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"Now Damara, we will take you to the fanciest and newest shop in our village. It only opened a few weeks ago, and I am telling you it is the best thing that could happen to the women of Sugarbush Valley." Margaux was visibly excited about this shop. When Damara turned around she stood in-front of the Sugarbush Valley Boutique. Her jaw dropped. Bronté and Margaux was already making their way inside, but Damara took a few seconds to admire the beautiful window display.</div>
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Damara finally felt ready to venture inside. Though it sounds impossible the interior was even more stunning then the window displays.</div>
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"Damara, close your mouth and come here." Bronté jokingly said. "Oh I'm sorry, I am just mesmerised by all I'm seeing." Damara replied. The two friends introduced her to Camilla Hunter-Smyth, co-owner of the beautiful Boutique. "You have a stunning shop, Camilla. I'm sure the ladies of Sugarbush Valley, are very happy that you opened it." Damara commended. "Thank you, Damara. You are so kind." Camilla replied.</div>
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Damara admired the beautiful jewelry, and was stunned with the prices too. Though it wasn't cheap, it surely was affordable. </div>
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"So Damara, are you enjoying your stay in our village?" Camilla approached Damara. "It is wonderful. I must admit, I am a bit homesick and miss my husband, immensely, but the villagers here are so kind, and I'm never alone, so I don't get time to get depressed." Damara replied.</div>
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"Now we are taking you to the Sylvanian Market. It is also a wonderful shop, and what makes it so special is that it stocks a wide variety of items." Bronté informed Damara. Damara was relieved, she was in desperate need of some toiletries, and was glad that she didn't need to search for the shop. "Oh no, it is Hatty." Margaux whispered. "What on earth are they doing here in the middle of the day?" Bronté asked softly. "I guess the Inspector is reprimanding the Headmaster." Margaux replied tartly. "Who is Hatty?" Damara inquired.</div>
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It was evident that Bronté and Margaux didn't like Hatty and wanted to avoid her at all cost. Unfortunately Hatty never missed a thing. "Yoooo hooo, aren't you Damara, the travelling Sylvanian." Hatty shouted. Damara could hear the quick shuffling of feet behind her as Bronté and Margaux hurried up the stairs. She found the behaviour really odd, but she answered politely, "Yes it is me!" Hatty smiled, "Welcome to Sugarbush, wonderful to meet you, we must have tea soon." Hatty suggested. Damara thanked Hatty for the invite, and scurried up the stairs, she wanted to find out what is up with Hatty.</div>
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But as Damara entered the shop of Spencer Maces, she forgot all about her questions, 'They sure do have wonderful shops in Sugarbush.' she thought to herself.</div>
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Damara selected the necessary creams and pastes she needed, as well as a crystal swan ornament. It was beautifully made and she had yet to buy a souvenir from Sugarbush. Spencer carefully wrapped the ornament, and packed everything in a brown paper bag. Damara thanked him.</div>
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While waiting for Margaux to pay for her purchases, Damara looked around some more. It was then that she met Hatty again. Within minutes she understood Margaux and Bronté's odd behaviour. Hatty fired questions at her about her journey, not waiting for any answers, also making rude mentions about some of the villages and its residents.</div>
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"Oh my, what an obnoxious woman!" Damara couldn't help herself. "I'm glad you understand, and that we don't have to give our opinion about Hatty" Margaux replied, visibly relieved. "Yes, though we don't like her, we don't like saying bad things about our fellow villagers, especially to strangers." Bronté explained.</div>
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Damara smiled, she understood too well, "Did someone mentioned a lunch date?" she asked jokingly. Bronté and Margaux both smiled slyly. "Glad you picked up on that, we will now take you for the best hamburgers you have ever eaten in your life." Margaux replied.</div>
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Inside the restaurant, the found a table for three, and a friendly but visibly shy mouse showed them the menu. She introduced herself as Bridget Fielding, and after she left Bronté told her that the Fieldings own the Hamburger Restaurant. Darcy prepares the food, and that Bridget is the hostess and waitress.</div>
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Damara enjoyed the time with Margaux and Bronté. Not only did they discuss Hatty and her ways a bit, but they also shared interesting tid bits about other villagers too. Not to gossip about them, more to give Damara an idea of everyday village life in Sugarbush Valley.</div>
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"Sorry to interrupt your lunch, but I would just like to introduce myself." a small mole stood next to Damara. It was Heidi Mcburrows. She and her husband had just finished their lunch too. Damara had a quick chat with Heidi, while Digger settled the bill.</div>
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Though satiated, Damara regretted that lunch was over. She thoroughly enjoyed that meal. She thanked both Darcy and Bridget for it, and when she wanted to pay they told her that hers was on the house. She was even more thankful, and showed her gratitude.</div>
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"I know it wouldn't make sense, but I quickly have to get a few things for dinner." Bronté informed Damara. Damara giggled at the irony, but replied. "Very clever Bronté, they do shay that 'one should never shop on an empty stomach." The other two ladies also laughed at Damara's clever remark.</div>
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While Bronté looked for the groceries she needed, Damara chatted with the Redwoods, owners of the Supermarket."</div>
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Wilbur and Fliss was two wonderful people and again Damara commended them that they too had a wonderful well stocked shop. "I really thought it would be difficult for a village laying so far South, to have fresh produce, but you are so organised, that I regret ever wondering about that."</div>
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'Whereto next' Damara wondered. "Now for our final stop, and one of my favorite places in the village." Bronté informed Damara excitedly.</div>
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It turned out to be the Bakery of the Honeybears. They were met with the lovely smell of freshly baked bread and pastries, and though it was hard to believe after the meal she just had, Damara's stomach gave a loud growl, on smelling and seeing all the fantastic baked goods.</div>
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Damara was introduced to Bertie and Tamsie, and it was evident from the first second that they were extremely proud of their business.</div>
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While Bronté and Margaux bought bread and cake respectively, Damara appreciated all the delicate baked goods, not being able to make up her mind, she decided to revisit the bakery that afternoon before closing time, to spoil herself with something delectable. "You are most welcome," Tamsie replied to her inquiry, "we close at six." Tamsie winked.</div>
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"Bye-bye, Tamsie and Bertie. As always you surprised me with your wonderful goods." Bronté greeted warmly. "Always a pleasure, dear." Tamsie replied. They left halfheartedly, wondering what else they should've bought.</div>
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Back at that Commune, they unpacked their shopping in the kitchen, "Thank you so much, Bronté and Margaux, for a wonderful day and the lovely outing." Damara said. "Of course, we loved spending the day with you too." The two best friends replied in unison.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Just a quick post today. I had a terribly busy unplanned weekend, which meant all the plans for Damara gone out the window. But I had the idea for this story in my mind since the first day, so I pushed through and quickly took the pictures yesterday afternoon.</span></div>
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Returning from her walk through the countryside of Sugarbush Valley, Damara headed straight for the kitchen. She was thirsty, and needed some water. In the kitchen she found two girls preparing sandwiches.</div>
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It was Prissy Thistlethorn and her best friend Jasmine Bouquet. "Good morning, girls. Oh that looks delicious." Damara greeted. "Good morning Ms Damara." Prissy answered. "I love your dress, I am gonna tell my mommy, that I want a blue dress too!" Jasmine remarked. This stranger intrigued her.</div>
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While talking to the girls, Willow, Prissy's mother joined them in the kitchen. "Good morning, Damara. Did you go for a walk?" Willow inquired. "Yes, I did. I wanted to see the countryside a bit, and needed to take some pictures." Damara replied. "That must've been lovely, our landscapes are so scenic. But wait, before I forget, this invitation was delivered for you." Willow explained. Damara was very puzzled, took the invite, and excused herself.</div>
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In her room she opened the invitation, and was stunned to find that she was invited by Mrs Savannah Trunk to an afternoon tea with her friends.</div>
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While still processing the invitation, someone knocked softly on the door of her room. It was Isabel Fisher. "Sorry to disturb you, Damara. I've just came to see if you got the invitation, and to suggest that you walk with me to the Mayor's house. I'm also invited and it is always less intimidating to arrive together.</div>
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Damara was very thankful towards Isabel for the suggestion. Even though she is not a stranger to the village anymore, arriving at any party alone, is not fun. After Isabel left, Damara thought about what to wear, she wants to dress up and look her best.</div>
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At the exact agreed time, Isabel appeared in Damara's room, ready to leave. Damara appreciated Isabel's punctuality, which made her like Isabel even more.</div>
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Luckily Beechwood Hall, the Mayor's home, wasn't far, and the time passed quickly as Isabel informed her about village life, and also told her about her friends, that Damara will meet shortly.</div>
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Damara has heard wonderful things about Savannah Trunk and though Damara expected her to be an amazing critter, nothing could prepare her for the delightfully magnificent creature that Savannah truly was. She radiated warmth and it was evident that she had a very caring personality. "Damara, how wonderful to finally meet you. It feels like I have known you all my life. I have talked so much about you with Bill from Rooibosh Hill and then also to Mr Waddlington of Mystique Valley, about your arrival and stay. I am really sorry that so much time had passed before I could finally meet you. But I am sure Mona took good care of you."</div>
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Sensing Damara's hesitance, Savannah decided against make a loud announcement about Damara's arrival, and called her husband softly. "Aaaah, wonderful Damara, I am so glad you have reached Sugarbush Valley, and I know that all you want to do is to go home, but thank you for including us in your trip and making our little village part of your big adventure." Hugo welcomed. "Thank you, Mr Mayor, it is a true privilege to visit your village. I have been welcomed in marvellous fashion." Damara replied.</div>
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Savannah then took Damara around the room and introduced her to her friends one by one. "This is Katrina Whiskers, my oldest friend, we were in school together." Savannah said. "Oh and I know, you own the lovely Florist?" Damara stated. "Indeed, and thank you. Have you been there?" Katrina asked. Damara told her about her outing with Mona when everyone attended the meeting.</div>
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Next she met Cassandra Macavity. Damara immediately warmed to her, and again wondered how is it that you meet hundreds of wonderful people and then you can instantly feel connected to a few of them. "Wonderful to meet you Cassandra." Damara acknowledged.</div>
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When all the introductions where made, it was finally time for some tea and wonderful pastries and cake. "Wow, these look amazing! Pippa, I guess you made them?" Damara inquired. "Yes, I have, but I am not sure why Savannah always asks me, as she is by far a better baker than I could ever be." Pippa answered. "No I am not, and by the way, how will your shop survive without my support." Savannah jokingly replied, who was in earshot of the conversation. Damara smiled, obviously these two were very close if they could make jokes like that.</div>
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Damara also had a chance to chat to Kate Periwinkle. "He makes all the shoes himself?" she asked. "Most of it yes, but we do stock some imported shoes too, but we are very strict about who the supplier is." Kate informed Damara. "I love shoes, I should visit your shop, I just hope there will be enough time. My visit is coming to an end too quickly." Damara replied.</div>
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"So, are you surviving this gathering?" Savannah asked. She noticed that Damara stepped aside for a minute, and though she knew Damara probably didn't mind being alone, she felt it was her duty to keep including her. "Oh yes, it is a wonderful party, thank you so much for inviting me. You have such wonderful friends, and I can sense you are all so close. This really makes me miss my own friends back home. I loved my journey, but even though one is constantly surrounded by wonderful critters, it really does get alone." Damara explained.</div>
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"I totally understand what you mean, but I've also learned that one needs to be able to be alone as well, and then be content too. If you can't be happy on your own, one can never truly be happy amongst others." Savannah added. Damara thought about what Savannah just said, and realised that she indeed are happy on her own as well.</div>
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Back in her room, Damara wrapped herself in a shawl and got comfortable on her bed. after a wonderful day she had so many memories to write down, especially the conversation she had with Savannah.</div>
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On the morning of her third day in Sugarbush Valley, Damara got up early, got dressed and after brushing her teeth, she went for a walk with her camera. She wasn't sure if Mona would approve but she wanted to explore on her own a bit.</div>
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It turned out to be the Meadows family, neighbours of Irene and Bruno, who she met on her first day. They introduced themselves as Jack and Maisie and the two cute little babies Noah and Jess. They were on their way into the village to do the milk deliveries for the day.</div>
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After some more walking Damara reached Highfields farm, normally she wouldn't enter through a farm gate without permission, but she was sure the owners wouldn't mind. Everyone in Sugarbush Valley was so welcoming. And was she glad she did. The homestead was built in the Tudor style and was breathtaking.</div>
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Damara gathered all the courage she could muster and walked up to the front door. Though the door was open, no one came to answer. She would have loved to see the inside of the house as well.</div>
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Not discouraged, Damara continued exploring the farm. The road let her to a small wooden cabin tucked away in what seems like one of the corners of the farm.</div>
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It was a beautiful home and again Damara wondered who were the lucky owners. What intrigued Damara the most was the outside shower bath. She dreamed of taking a bath on a hot summer night in it, with the stars twinkling above.</div>
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A mile or so farther, Damara reached a clearing, and what looked like a vegetable farm. And just beyond it a family having a breakfast picnic. 'How special is that!' Damara thought.</div>
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She went closer and carefully greeted the strangers, "Good morning, sorry to intrude, but I just have to say, you make the loveliest scene, would you mind me taking a picture?" The family looked her way, greeted her friendly and introduced themselves as the Woodbrook family. </div>
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"Do you have a breakfast picnic every morning?" Damara asked intrigued. "Oh no," replied Bethanie, the mother, "today we need to harvest some of the vegetables, we needed to start early, so I packed us some food. It is less trouble then to go home, eat and come back again." Bethanie explained. "But please, why don't you join us for breakfast?" Andy invited. "No, I can't do that." Damara answered halfheartedly. But the Woodbrooks insisted and Damara just couldn't not accept the kind invitation.</div>
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Damara had a wonderful time. She enjoyed the fresh air, the food was delicious and the company charming. She told them all about her travelling, answer many questions about the different villages and towns she have visited. Andy and Bethanie in return told her all about Sugarbush Valley, farm life and how they missed their family up north in Mystique Valley.</div>
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... and stopped multiple time to take some photos.</div>
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Another stranger crossed her path. Damara actually got a big fright as she was so mesmerised by the scenery that she didn't notice the hedgehog, until she could almost touch Damara.</div>
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"Good morning." Damara said, trying to hide her surprise. "Do you live in the village too?" Damara asked cautiously, not sure what to expect. "Hey there, sorry for frightening you, I was lost in thought. I'm Livvy Bramble, new to Sugarbush Valley. I only arrived two days ago, but struggling to adjust. It is hard on ones own." the hedgehog replied with a wry smile. </div>
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"The Travelling Sylvanian!" someone cried, and everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to Damara. She was sure that she turned scarlet red with embarrassment.</div>
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It turned out that the one responsible for Damara's embarrassment was the village counsellor Velvette Slydale. "Sorry for that, but I've heard form Sydney that you arrived two days ago, and I was really annoyed for not being able to meet you yet." Velvette explained friendly. </div>
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After answering many questions, and promises of a coffee date later, Velvette and her daughter Scarlet left. Giving Damara a chance to meet the proprietors of the market Bob and Betty Blackberry. Damara admired their fresh produce and complimented Bob on the wide variety on offer.</div>
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Betty explained to Damara that she offers some fresh juice and smoothies, as an addition to her husband's market. Damara commended Betty on a fantastic idea, and thought how entrepreneurial everyone in Sugarbush seems. Betty offered Damara a smoothie of her choice for free ...</div>
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Recently I bought the new Brick Oven Bakery. I have been longing for a Bakery for my Honeybears since I got them. But at that time the Watermill bakery was out of stock in South Africa and then discontinued. A few times I came close to buying it on ebay, just to stop at the last moment. The postage was just always a tad to high. </div>
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So last year when epoch released this bakery I was happy as can be. Even though it is not the Watermill bakery, this one is just as wonderful.</div>
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Front view</div>
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Proud owners</div>
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The Honeybears live on top of their bakery in a Cedar Terrace which they share with new villagers, the Brightfield family.</div>
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A side view, I really like the advertisement boards, very enticing.</div>
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On the other side is a giant display window</div>
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Like all the new buildings the sign is reversible BUT I just wish they included two stickers, then one don;t have to reverse it every time. Also I like the cute sticker detail on the door. This one says 'thank you'.</div>
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Many of the shelves are 'built in'. These two shelves and the trolley can be moved and arranged as one wishes.</div>
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I decided to display all the cute items on this shelf. That house is amazing, and personally I like it more than the one that came with the Watermill bakery. The little car is quite cute too, and I'm glad they catered for the boys too. Isn't the hedgehog pastry sweet too!</div>
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The shelf for the shopping basket is something special I like as well, but I am quite disappointed that the trolley's wheels can't roll. </div>
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My bakery set up. </div>
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Left hand side - the pictures suggest that the "ready-made-sandwiches" be displayed in the unit on the left, but the open counter area behind the cash register looked too empty so I decided to display it there, and use the suggested shelf for the takeaway bread bags. I also added the bowl with the "buns" next to the cash register. It just looked too empty.</div>
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The family working hard.</div>
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All and all a great addition to my collection. But there is three negatives for me... the trolley with the unmovable wheels, the sign should've come with two stickers AND in comparison with the Supermarket and even the Boutique the items for sale is just a little bit too few.</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Damara woke startled and jumped out of bed... "Where am I? How did I get here? What time is it?" Then it all came rushing back, she arrived in Sugarbush Valley the previous day, had a lovely time with the Bearbury family. And fell into bed the previous night exhausted.</span></div>
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Damara decided that it is time to get cleaned up and ventured into the bathroom. She was relieved that it was just next door to her room and she didn't had to face any stranger so early and in her disheveled state.</div>
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Damara fully enjoyed that bath, and while relaxing, wondered what the day will offer.</div>
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She picked out her favorite pink dress. She knew she look good in it and it was comfortable.</div>
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Still combing her fur, there came a soft knock on the door. "Come in!" Damara answered. It was Mona with some lovely smelling coffee and breakfast. "Hope I'm not interrupting? I thought that I surprise you with breakfast, as you might not be ready to face everyone in the kitchen yet." Damara thanked Mona, and was indeed relieved that she can enjoy her breakfast in peace.</div>
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"When you've finished, come look for me. I have a errand or two to run, and maybe you can accompany me." Mona suggested. "Yes, I will. Thank you." Damara replied. "I also want to look for a laundromat, I need to get my dress cleaned." </div>
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Mona offered to take the dress and put it in her shopping bag, just in case Damara didn't feel like going out.</div>
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Damara thoroughly enjoyed her breakfast. Relishing the quietness, before she had to seize the day.</div>
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After brushing her teeth, she gathered the dirty dishes, took a deep breath and was ready to meet the residents of Sugarbush Valley. </div>
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Upon entering the kitchen Damara noticed a dog family having breakfast, and the ever present Mona washing dishes. She stifled a giggle, as the dad was trying to convince his son to eat a banana, by telling him about its health benefits..</div>
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"Good morning, everyone." Damara said shyly. "Aaah Damara, I'm so glad you came down afterall. Let me introduce you to the Farthing family." Mona said.</div>
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"This is Penny, Harley and their children Wren and Rally." Mona introduced. "Please to meet you, Damara." Penny said with a smile. "We are very happy to meet the 'Travelling Sylvanian' and of course to welcome you to the best village in all of Sylvania, Sugarbush Valley." Harley greeted.</div>
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As they were walking, Mona prepared Damara for their first stop, "I have to order some linen at Nelson Puddleford's shop. He might seem a bit strange, and aloof, but don't mind him. That is just how he is, so it is nothing personal, and behind that mask, is actually a very gentle soul." Mona explained. </div>
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On the edge of town they arrived at a small cottage. The cottage looked cosy and a place that Damara would love to live in, but she wondered about the shop. How could one have a successful business so far from the town centre.</div>
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"Good morning, Nelson." Mona greeted extra friendly. "Thanks for the appointment. I brought Damara with me, the 'Travelling Sylvanian'." Mona introduced. "I've heard she will visiting my village to, greetings Damara. Enjoy it." Nelson replied. Damara felt quite uncomfortable, but then remembered Mona's warning, and tried her hardest to relax.</div>
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On entering the shop, Damara gasped, maybe a bit too loudly. It was the tiniest shop, she has seen in all of her life. </div>
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Damara pushed past Mona, being extra careful not to knock anything over, and went out into the back garden. In the garden she noticed a mother duck with three ducklings. "So tell me Tom, what is one plus one?" the mother asked. "Two!" shouted the little duck. The whole scene was so cute that Damara instinctively took a photo.</div>
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"What are you doing?" it was Nelson. "I took a photo of your lovely wife and those adorable children." Damara answered reluctantly. "Sorry I should've asked, I just couldn't help myself." Nelson smiled and Damara gave a sigh of relief. She was sure he would scold her.</div>
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After looking at all the samples and placing her order with Nelson, Mona indicated that it was time to leave. "Damara you are a saint. I have never in my life seen Nelson warmed to anybody like that so quickly, and I must thank you too, because for the first time, I could look around at my own time. With Nelson usually breathing down one's neck it is difficult to make an informed decision."</div>
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"So this is our main street, with most of the businesses and shops situated on it. I just can't understand why it is so quiet." Mona explained. Damara noticed the Laundromat behind them, and she and Mona made their way there.</div>
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"Good morning, Pansy. Strange to see you here, where is Mae? Mona greeted a sullen looking Raccoon. "She is at the business managers meeting." the Raccoon replied. "Oh of course, how could I forget. I was just wondering why it is is quiet here, but everyone must be there." Mona responded.</div>
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"Yes, I'm very glad I could miss it, but Durwood attended. And who are you?" Pansy asked looking at Damara. Oh my, 'how rude', Damara thought. "Oh, goodness sorry." Mona cried "Pansy this is Damara, the 'Travelling Sylvanian', Damara meet Pansy." Damara smiled "Please to meet you Pansy." The Raccoon just gave a shy smile and nodded at Damara. </div>
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After delivering Damara's dress, Mona suggested that they walk down the street. The next shop was a quaint little florist.</div>
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"Good morning, Suzette." Mona greeted a friendly looking cat lady. 'Finally, a friendly face,' Damara thought. "I guess you are standing in for Katrina?" Mona asked. "Yes, I am. I probably had to attend the meeting too, but Marion promised that she will represent us both. And you must be Damara. Welcome to our wonderful village." Suzette replied.</div>
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"Yes, I am. Nice to meet you too Suzette. This is a wonderful shop." Damara replied. "I will convey the message to Katrina, she is very proud of her shop."</div>
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After chatting some more with Suzette, Mona inquired if Damara liked fish. "Maybe we can have that for dinner?" Damara smiled, "I love fish, that is a great idea." </div>
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They ventured into the Fishmonger of Ben Henry-Lloyd. Of course Ben had to attend the meeting too, so his shop was attended to by Kaitlin Decker. Mona introduced Damara to Kaitlin...</div>
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... and while the two got acquainted, Mona had a look at the selection of fish and other seafood.</div>
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"I'm sorry for taking you with me into this ghost town." Mona apologised. "I should've remembered the meeting, and now you can't even get a full idea of our wonderful village. It is not really fun to have a look around, in such circumstances." Damara smiled. " Oh no, don't be silly Mona. I've met some very interesting people, which I might never have met otherwise."</div>
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The little boy noticed them first, "Auntie Mona!", and he ran up to Mona and gave her a tight hug. Mona introduced Damara to Bobby and his little boy.</div>
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After a quick chat with Bobby, Damara excused herself. "I will see you later, maybe for a nice cup of tea on the lawn?" Mona smiled, "That is a great idea."</div>
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Up in her room, Damara was relieved to have break from all the excitement. She took an apple, dragged her huge travel diary on the bed and wrote down her adventures of the past few days.</div>
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Bruno Honeybear loved being a beekeeper and honey farmer. Being an introvert he loved the solitude of the job. It was only him and the soft humming of his bees all day.</div>
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The location of his small beekeeping set up was also perfect. The hives was set in a corner behind their stable home. A hedge of Sugarbushes kept all unwelcome company out, and the view beyond the hedge was just breathtaking.</div>
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Bruno was still admiring the view, when the sudden appearance of a stranger through the hedge woke him from his daydreaming. Was she real or just a fiction of his imagination. After blinking ferociously for a few seconds the strange lady, hasn't disappeared so Bruno made the assumption that she was real.</div>
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"Sorry, I see that I have startled you. I hope I'm not intruding. I'm Damara de Wild from Rooibosh Hill." the strange lady explained. "What? You mean THé Damara de Wild, the travelling Sylvanian?" Bruno couldn't believe his ears. "Yes, that is me!" Damara giggled. "Oh, ok. But I'm sure this wasn't your intended manner of arrival." Bruno asked skeptical. "No not at all, but I wanted to explore the area a bit, so I asked the bus driver to drop me along the road. Even though I live in Rooibosh Hill, my family and I have never come down this far South, and I admit, I got lost a bit. I heard your soft humming, and decided to climb through the hedge, and here I am." Damara explained giggling still.</div>
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"Well, you have to come and meet my wife, Irene. She is a huge fan of you and your travelling endeavours, she has followed your journey with great interest." Damara followed Bruno around the corner of the house, and was quite surprised by what she saw. Though it was the smallest of houses, it was incredibly cosy. She immediately felt welcome.</div>
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"Yoohoo, Irene. Honey! Look who is here!" Bruno called out. Irene turned to find her husband and who she was sure was Damara de Wild, but which was highly unlikely, staring at her in amusement.</div>
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"Damara?" Irene began carefully. Damara giggled some more, "Yes it is indeed me, nice to meet you Irene!" Irene was really surprised and immediately wanted to ask Damara a million questions about her travels, but she remembered her manners, and welcomed her in a courteous manner to Sugarbush Valley.</div>
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"Thank you, Irene. It is really lovely to finally have reached my final destination. I loved the travelling but I want to go home now. I miss my family." Damara explained "I just want to ad, you have a beautiful home, it is so cosy... aaaah and look at the sleeping baby. She is adorable. Is it normal for her to sleep outside?" Damara inquired cautiously. "Yes, I know it is a bit strange, but up North were we come from it is normal to let babies sleep outside, it is believed that the cold fresh air is good for them. In the summer it is easy, but during the cooler months I dress her quite warmly for nap times." Irene explained.</div>
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"I guess I have to go, the people in the village is expecting me, can you maybe just point me in the right direction..." Damara asked. "Oh nonsense, you will stay for lunch. You have already walked far enough and must be exhausted, you can always blame the bus schedule for being late." Irene interrupted.</div>
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They had a scrumptious meal of fresh fried fish, mushrooms and biscuits. Lunch was delicious and Damara realised just how hungry she was.</div>
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After lunch, Bruno served tea and pastries to the two ladies, after clearing away the plates. While he lie down for a quick nap, Damara and Irene discussed Damara's travels in great detail. Irene loved to hear the stories and relived the journey with her new friend.</div>
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The walk into the village was a bit further than Damara anticipated, she began to feel the exhausted. "Here we are," Bruno announced, "and yes there is Sydney waiting for you."</div>
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"Thank you for bringing her into the village, Bruno." Sydney said. "We have arranged a room for her in the Commune, luckily the Timbertops went West to Slydale Hollow and offered their room to her.</div>
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... but the kids was just plain cute. Damara immediately warmed to the family, and had the urge to hug and squeeze the kids, but refrained from doing so. She wouldn't want to annoy her hosts.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So the Bearbury Family has been living in my Village for about a year now. I just love the small bear mold, and would probably get each and every small bear mold release ever made, if I had the money and the space.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Before I even got them I knew I wanted them to be Honey farmers and knew that they will live, just like the Meadows mouse family in an old refurbished stable on Highfields farm. They will share 'outhouse' facilities with the Meadows, but I wanted them to have a private space for cooking and sleeping.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So a week or two ago the decorating bug bit me and though I wasnt in the mood for a big project I decided to get the Bearbury's settled in.</span></div>
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The decorated stable: small but cosy</div>
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Close up: the attic room is the children's bedroom. While downstairs is the kitchen and living room area. The sofa doubles as a bed (sleeper couch) for mom and dad at night</div>
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Do have a close look at the two plate cooker/stove. Kyraja from <a href="http://aeternumsomnium.blogspot.co.za/">Marigold creek</a> made it. She also made the crockery. It must be be one of my favorite teasets in all of Sugarbush Valley. Irene is a really lucky lady. (Notice something strange about the sink?)</div>
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A closer look at the attic. Owen has a mattress and sleeping bag while little Harriet's cot fits perfectly.</div>
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A very happy family in front of their house</div>
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And this is how I see my stable area. The stable in the corner of the photo is that of the Meadows family. As I only own one stable (yes I redecorated another building), Sylvanako helped me to stitch two photos together to get the idea of this area.</div>
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Cecilia and Bonnie Teak has finally arrived safely in the Village, and are happy to join Arthur and Sadie.<br />
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Mother: Cecilia Teak<br />
Sister: Sadie Teak (9)<br />
Baby Sister: Bonnie (3)<br />
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Arthur has a particular soft spot for carpets and rugs as there are so many wonderful designs! He is a master craftsman, making the most beautiful, colourful rugs that Sylvania has ever seen!. Sitting at his loom, surrounded by wonderful, complicated designs, Arthur creates his masterpieces in delicate coloured silks and cottons on sturdy jute strands.<br />
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Mother Cecilia Teak, designs a lot of the intricate patterns that her husband Arthur uses in his rugs. After her son’s death she has however been struggling to get inspired and these days prefer to curl up with a good book in a sunny place. She can spend hours reading romantic novels in the sun’s warm rays, oblivious to the world around her.<br />
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Sadie Teak is pretty-in-pink and loves make-up and making herself look extra nice. She thinks that her mother is the most beautiful cat in the world, and often picks out a dress because she thinks that her mother would like it. She’s got plenty of tips for applying make-up from her mum and is constantly trying out new fun looks. <br />
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Baby Sister Bonnie Teak is a bit like a magpie because shiny things are always catching her eye. This could be anything from a pretty candle to some tasty looking jelly beans. But she likes to hold onto these treasures and watch them for hours, sometimes holding them in her paw. Unfortunately chocolate melts and she often gets mucky from holding too tight onto her sparkly treasures.<br />
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Do visit my <a href="http://sugarbushvalley.blogspot.co.za/p/stories_11.html">"The Villagers of Sugarbush Valley"</a> page for bios on all my families.</div>
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Taylor Timbertop gave a subdued sigh, and thought, 'This is going to be tougher than I though!' It was his turn to put 3-year old Burl to bed for his afternoon nap.</div>
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His other son, Buddy, was elsewhere in the Commune visiting Lester Thistlethorn, hopefully behaving. "No, no, no Buddy, don't jump form there!" Prissy Thistlethorn squealed.</div>
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After what felt like ages, Burl finally started to dose of. Taylor was quite relieved, even though his coffee was too cold to drink and he has completely lost his appetite for the biscuits.</div>
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Just as Burl closed his eyes completely, there was a knock on the door. "NO!" Taylor wanted to scream, but managed to swallow it back.</div>
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He quickly looked down at Burl, who was sleeping peacefully!</div>
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Taylor walked to the door, where Tilly Dappledawn and Grizabella Macavity were waiting patiently. "Good afternoon uncle Taylor, sorry for disturbing you, but my dad asked me to deliver a message to you." The little girl rambled off. "Apparently someone called to his office, something about a boat." Taylor looked perplexed.</div>
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"What could it be about" he wondered out loud. "I'm not sure," Tilly replied, "but the man told my father he would phone back at three."</div>
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"Oh, really? Thank you, by that time Burl should be awake, so I will be there." Taylor thanked Tilly for delivering the message and the girls said goodbye.</div>
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While waiting for Burl to wake up, Taylor tried to read the local newspaper. It was hard to concentrate on it though, as his thoughts constantly drifted off to the strange caller. </div>
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Finally at 2:30 Burl awoke from his nap, and at that precise moment Rose appeared in the doorway of their room too. "Oh my little Burly is awake, did you have a good nap?" she asked sweetly. "Thank you Taylor for watching over him, I had a good time with my friends." </div>
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"That is no problem Rosie, do you mind if I take him for a walk?" Taylor asked, trying very hard not to look guilty. "Yes, Burl wants to ride his trike." Burl yelled. "I was just about to suggest that I take him, but if you don't mind, I can go look for Buddy and get him to do his homework." Rose replied.</div>
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"Daddy," Burl began, "thanks for bike ride." he finished. Taylor looked at his youngest and smiled. "It is nice, yes." he replied.</div>
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But he had no such luck, as Sorrel actually stopped and waited form him in front of the shop. "Hey Taylor, how are you?" She asked. Taylor sighed, he liked Sorrel very much, and could never ignore her, "Very good, Sorrel, and with you? How is Aaron doing?"</div>
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The two old friends chatted for awhile before they were interrupted by Herbage. "There you are Taylor, I was wondering if you would make it."</div>
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"So do you have any idea about this call for me?" Taylor asked Herbage. "Not really, it was someone from Slydale Hollow, I think Wade." Herbage said. "That is strange I have an uncle living in Slydale Hollow, you know the Mayor of the village, but he usually writes to me." As the two were still wondering about the strange call, the phone started ringing.</div>
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"Well, now we will finally find out what it is all about, why don't you go answer it." Herbage prodded Taylor. Reluctantly Taylor answered the phone, he didn't like telephones at all.</div>
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"Hello? - Yes it is him!" </div>
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"Oh, yes, my uncle has mentioned you previously in his letters. - Wait, what? Repeat that? - Wow, really? - Thank you, but I'll first have to discuss it wit Rose, that is my wife."</div>
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"Certainly. - Can I call you tomorrow? - Ok, fantastic. Thank you. - Goodbye." A bewildered looking Taylor put down the phone. Herbage rushed inside, he was really curious about this call.</div>
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"So, what was that all about?" Herbage probed carefully. "Oh Herbage, I can't say yet, I must talk to Rose first, but I promise I will tell you first thing tomorrow, when I return to make the call, that is if you don't mind, me using your phone again." Taylor said apologetically. </div>
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"Oh that is fine, I understand, well sort of. And of course you may use my telephone again." Herbage smiled and shook Taylor's hand.</div>
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"Darling, can we have a talk?" He began reluctantly. "Taylor, what is going on?" Rose was not used to Taylor spoiling her with hot chocolate and wanting to make serious conversations.</div>
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"Maybe you should sit down, I have some news." Taylor said. "Ok Taylor, now you are scaring me, what is going on?" Rose insisted."Don't worry, Rosie, it is nothing bad. I had a call this afternoon, from Wade Waters. My Uncle, the Mayor of Slydale Hollow, directed him to give me a call." Taylor explained. </div>
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"Oh, okay," Rose said, visibly relieved, "and what was the call about?" Taylor took a photo from his pocket, "Well you know how we have been dreaming about a own home, and expanding our little business. Can you remember how we dreamed about a boat, one that we can live on and that we can use to take tourists on?" Rose's eyes widen. "Y E E E ES?!"</div>
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"Well, I have once shared this in a letter to my Uncle, he has always been such an inspiration to me, especially after my father died, and now it turned out that there is an old boat moored at Slydale Hollow, and he thought we might be interested in restoring it. Are we interested?" Taylor asked carefully. Rose took the photo from her husband...</div>
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... pasted it against the wall just above the night stand, and replied, "Yes of course we are!"</div>
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Taylor turned her to him, "Thank you my Love, I can't wait to start this new life with you!"</div>
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"Mother, will you be alright?" Teri asked worriedly. Valerie gave her daughter a reassuring smile.</div>
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"Of course we will be fine, my dear. I have <a href="http://sissysge.wix.com/sylvanian-mystique-v#!mystique-hills/c151q">Rupert Buckley's</a> new book for entertainment, and you have packed enough <a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/padkos">'padkos'</a> to last us for five journeys. We will be more than alright." Valerie smiled.</div>
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"Come on sweetheart, please stop crying, you are breaking my heart." Grandfather Caleb comforted her. "Well maybe your heart should break, so that you can stay with us!" Freya replied through they sobs.</div>
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"Freya René Chocolate! I never ever want to hear you speak such nonsense again. Stop crying this instance!" It was Frasier, clearly having had enough of his daughter's antics.</div>
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Luckily the bus arrived before anyone else could loose their temper. "Good morning everyone! Step aboard." Kelly Basset was as chirpy as ever.</div>
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"So Kelly, how long will it take?" Frasier inquired. "And please take good care of them, especially my father-in-law, he is not the nimble rabbit he used to be." Frasier added in a whisper.</div>
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When everyone was settled in, Kelly sped off. "Sorry daddy." It was Freya, giving her dad a hug.</div>
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The Chocolates made their way home. No one uttered a word, obviously too overwhelmed to speak.</div>
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"Dearies, are you lost? Where are you going?" Frasier asked. The girls introduced themselves as Martha Mulberry and Evie Hazelwood. They just arrived with the bus, but there was no one to pick them up, and they weren't sure where to go. </div>
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Teri immediately recognised the girls as the daughters of Edward Mulberry and Basil and Betty Hazelwood respectively. It was very strange that neither Ed nor the Hazelwoods were there to pick up their daughters, as Teri has just spoken to Betty the previous day. Betty where terribly excited about the arrival of her daughter. Frasier and Teri, obviously, suggested to take the girls home.</div>
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As the Chocolate's home was closest, Frasier told Teri to go to their home with Evie and Cremé. Then she could phone the Hazelwoods from the Pizza Parlour and notify them of Evie's arrival. He and Freya will accompany Martha to the Mulberry's plot just outside the village.</div>
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As luck would have it, it was Edward's turn to open the workshop. He had some jobs to finish, and wanted to start earlier. Martha was extremely excited to see her dad, "Daddy!"</div>
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It was just then that a little baby also appeared from the bushes. "Aah look at little Cookie, she is so cute! I really missed my adorable cousin." Martha chirped. Frasier thought it best not to tell Martha that it was actually her brother.</div>
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When Edward finally realised what was going on, he was filled with mixed emotions. "Martha what are you doing here? Your bus is only due to arrive tomorrow? Are you ok?" He asked worriedly. "Yes, daddy. I'm fine they rescheduled the trip, but I didn't mind. I was missing you too much!"</div>
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Edward quickly thanked Frasier for accompanying Martha, before he turned back to Martha, "Let's get you home sweetie. I'm sure you are tired. I also have to tell you something."</div>
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As the Frasier and Freya turned around, little Pumpkin began whining, "Daddy, daddy! Pumpkin is tired, carry me."</div>
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"Dad why is Cookie calling you daddy, and why is she calling herself Pumpkin?" Martha asked hesitantly.</div>
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"That is what I wanted to tell you, but I guess you have figured it out already. Martha meat your little brother Pumpkin." Edward wished he could've broken the news more gently. Martha gasped, "BROTHER! But how?" and she began cried softly. "Lets go home, we can speak there." Edward suggested.</div>
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Martha felt like running away, but she was too tired, and she knew the Treehouse where her dad lived was close. She followed them, weeping softly.</div>
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Meanwhile Teri and the girls have arrived at the shop and Teri quickly phoned the Hazelwoods. As expected they were appalled to hear that their daughter has arrived without their knowledge, and promised to be there as soon as possible. Teri assured them, that she is safe with her, and that they don't have to hurry unnecessarily.</div>
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"Okay, honey, let's get you home. You must be exhausted and hungry." Teri told Evie.</div>
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"Come Evie, let's play!" it was Cremé. She immediately took a liking to Evie and wanted to play with her new best friend. "Sorry, dear, but Evie is tired." Teri interrupted, "Maybe you want to freshen up a bit upstairs, Evie?" Teri suggested.</div>
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Evie went upstairs to the bathroom, but first admired the girl's bedroom, she longed for a bedroom of her own. Boarding school has taught her a lot of things, mostly postive and wonderful things, but also that she wanted a room of her own.</div>
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She went into the tiny bathroom and washed her face. It was good to be home she thought. </div>
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"So, Evie, are you glad to be here?" Teri asked. "Yes very, I missed mommy and daddy so much. And they wrote to me what a wonderful village this is, so I couldn't wait to come here." Evie replied.</div>
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"Mommy! Daddy!" Evie jumped into her mother's arms. Betty hugged her daughter tightly, "Oh, Evie, we are so glad you are here. We are sorry for not picking you up ourselves." Betty apologised.</div>
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She also hugged her father, and explained "The trip was rescheduled, so it is not your fault, how could you have known."</div>
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Betty looked at Teri, "Thank you so much for keeping our daughter save, and informing us of her arrival. I hope you don't think we are careless." Betty said shyly. "Of course not", Teri assured her, "how could you have known. I was just glad to help, and it warms my heart to see you reunited,"</div>
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As the door opened, the relief spilled over her. Even though Frasier and Freya, only had to take Martha home, she always worried about her family, just as all mothers do. She looked at her family and the love she felt for them was almost too much too handle.</div>
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