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LMAO @ horrible bg. xDDD *shot*

----- Storytime! -----

"Oh do be quiet, Watson. We are not lost," the young nobleman's child exclaimed as he stopped in the middle of the vast snow covered forest once again.

Watson sighed, rubbing his wrinkled hand across his brow in hopes of wipping away the sweat dripping down his forehead. Honestly, the young master could be such a pain sometimes; more so when he knew that he was wrong. "Lord Cecil, really...we've been wandering around for twenty minutes now. It's safe to say that your directions are a bit off, sir."

Cecil scoffed. "Be silent, Watson. I can assure you I know the direction back home."

That was obviously a lie. Watson was no fool. He had lived to be the ripe age of seventy for a reason. Out of respect for his young master though, he decided to hold his tongue. The old man knew the way back home, but he most certainly was not going to say so. Not now anyway.

"HA! I remember! It's in this direction!" the young boy shouted, pointed a finger to the northwest.

With a sigh of joy, the old man felt like dropping to his knees with uncontained happiness. However, he chose to stand, looking poker-faced as usual. "Ah, very good, sir. I do believe that is the right direction."

Cecil beamed, crossing his arms and flapping his great white wings slightly. "Of course, of course. I'm always right after all."

With another sigh and a shake of his tired head, Watson followed after Cecil like he always did. He really wished he could get a new job sometimes...because chasing after the young master at his age was certainly not good for his heatlh.

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THE END.

The moral of this story is....PLEASE TRY TO REMEMBER YOUR DIRECTIONS BACK HOME OR YOU'LL UPSET OLD PEOPLE. *shot again*

Description
LMAO @ horrible bg. xDDD *shot*

----- Storytime! -----

"Oh do be quiet, Watson. We are not lost," the young nobleman's child exclaimed as he stopped in the middle of the vast snow covered forest once again.

Watson sighed, rubbing his wrinkled hand across his brow in hopes of wipping away the sweat dripping down his forehead. Honestly, the young master could be such a pain sometimes; more so when he knew that he was wrong. "Lord Cecil, really...we've been wandering around for twenty minutes now. It's safe to say that your directions are a bit off, sir."

Cecil scoffed. "Be silent, Watson. I can assure you I know the direction back home."

That was obviously a lie. Watson was no fool. He had lived to be the ripe age of seventy for a reason. Out of respect for his young master though, he decided to hold his tongue. The old man knew the way back home, but he most certainly was not going to say so. Not now anyway.

"HA! I remember! It's in this direction!" the young boy shouted, pointed a finger to the northwest.

With a sigh of joy, the old man felt like dropping to his knees with uncontained happiness. However, he chose to stand, looking poker-faced as usual. "Ah, very good, sir. I do believe that is the right direction."

Cecil beamed, crossing his arms and flapping his great white wings slightly. "Of course, of course. I'm always right after all."

With another sigh and a shake of his tired head, Watson followed after Cecil like he always did. He really wished he could get a new job sometimes...because chasing after the young master at his age was certainly not good for his heatlh.

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THE END.

The moral of this story is....PLEASE TRY TO REMEMBER YOUR DIRECTIONS BACK HOME OR YOU'LL UPSET OLD PEOPLE. *shot again*