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"Pardon me, Gyarus," he said. "For fire safety, smoking materials must be kept in the picnic grounds and not used in the forest."
The girls looked glum.
"But the counselor will catch us and make us turn in our cigarettes," the blond one said.
The bear thought for a moment. "I have an idea." (3/5)

The Gyarus chattered happily, cooking weiners on sticks. His mouth watered as he inspected their arrangements. All of the appropriate fire safety measures had been taken. Regretfully, he went to pass on, when he saw two Gyarus hiding off in the woods lighting up cigarettes.
He ambled over. (2/5)

The bear wandered through the picnic ground smelling the delightful smells of people grilling. He was provided with adequate rations by the ranger station, and wasn't tempted by most of what people cooked, but he did have a soft spot for hot dogs. He spotted a big party of Gyarakushīsukautos. (1/5)

We spent a delightful spring afternoon yesterday in the backyard with Tanuki-tan, playing fetch and tug, until she was all worn out. #DogsOfMastodon

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"C'mon, Bellotrix!" said Bebe. She left the lounge triumphantly carrying the teddy bear with the two lollipops.
After a moment, they all heard a wail of despair. "Aaah! Bebe's mouth is on fire!"
Zaza looked at Mumu, who smiled. "Well, she didn't say what flavor of lollipop." (4/4)

Mumu ran out for a moment and returned with a big lollipop. "Here. Get up and I'll give it to you."
"Bellotrix wants one too," Bebe said.
Grinding her teeth she went back out and returned with another. "Here!"
Bebe stood up. Mumu handed her the lollipops, and took her seat back. (3/4)

Bebe listened carefully to the inaudible reply. "Bellotrix didn't see you sitting here either."
Mumu began to lose her temper, but Zaza pulled her aside and whispered something in her ear.
"How about I #trade you something for it?" Mumu asked Bebe.
"Bebe might like a lollipop." (2/4) #wss366

When the Better Angels took a break, Mumu ran out of the lounge for a moment. When she returned, Bebe was sitting in the seat with a teddy bear.
"Hey," she said. "That's my seat."
"Bebe didn't see your name on it."
"But I was sitting there."
"Did you see her sitting here?" Bebe asked the bear. (1/4)

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#LesFicFri "hungry" from The Ground Never Lies

Lala ran off to the big replicator. Minutes later, the Angels began to hand out Fun Meals to the CuddleTums. With cries of glee, they tore off the wrappings and devoured the sandwiches with relish.
"Now, what youse got ta drink on dis crate?" the old CuddleTum asked.
"Water is available," Zaza said.
"Not ta wash wit'! Ta drink! Like beer, wine, sake, shochu…"
"Non-human biological androids do not consume spirits."
The old CuddleTum leered up at Zaza. "I don't suppose ya gots any rum?" #wss366

None of my fiction or poetry was stolen by Meta to train their LLM, but they did steal two of my non-fiction publications.

The doorbell rang. He walked over and opened the door.
"Oh! Hi, Wendy. C'mon in."
"Hey! Did you get my card?"
"No, we just got this card from some weirdo named Webster who went to Paris, New York." (3/3) #wss366

"Oh." He turned the card over. "Oh. There's a smudge. Can you tell what that says?"
She looked at it, then held it at arms length, peering at it.
"Walter?"
"Do we know anyone named Walter?" He peered at it again. "I think it says Webster."
"I'm certain we don't know any Webster." (2/3) #wss366

When he looked in the mailbox, there was only one thing: a postcard. He picked it up and looked at it.
"Honey?" he said.
"Yes, dear?"
"Who do we know who went to Paris?"
"Paris?" She looked at the card. "It says Paris, New York."
"Ew? Who would go to Paris, New York?"
"Who signed it?" (1/3) #wss366

Naked, splattered with multi-colored paint, and still carrying the limp inflatable swimming ring, he checked the kitchen door. Locked. He retrieved the key they kept hidden under the rock and unlocked the door. His wife was standing just inside.
He opened his mouth, then closed it.
She started tapping her foot.
"You'll never believe what happened," he began.
She cut him off and said, "I don't want to hear another #story."
"What do you want?"
"The truth."
"Don't you… Can't I just…"
"No."

#wss366

*Lady Cecelia's Knowledge* is Part 4 of *Lady Cecelia's Journey*, a sapphic romantasy road story. It has not yet been scheduled for release, but if you subscribe to my monthly mailing list, you can receive updates when it appears. https://author-sdbrewer.micro.blog/subscribe/

"Chores?"
"I feed the pigs and Teenay feeds the chickens. Bello takes the sheep out. Mama and Sendi milk the cows. And Daddy and Buck take care of the horses and get tack ready for the day's work."
"What can I do?"
"You get to help!" (2/2) #wss366

Cecelia squawked in the morning when Kelli and Teenay sprang on her in the bed, jumping around, giggling, and laughing. She rubbed her eyes.
"What's going on?" she yawned.
"Time to do the chores!" Teenay shrieked.
"What time is it?" Cecelia groaned.
"Four bells," Kelli said. (1/2)