Meanwhile, Granola was doing her yearly assessment with Ailill, and it didn't go as planned. She'd hoped for recognition and an increase of responsibilities, but nothing of that sort was given. She'd felt like crying and had to pop in the little dog in the room to whine insistently and express her frustration. Ailill had said she ... · ID #5663 (continued)
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October 20, 2007 at 2:59 pm #312

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The Little Brook gurgled over the pebbles, sparkling in the sunlight, and swirling in little pools dammed up with little stone bridges.

Dory smiled at George. Ok George, I’m all ears.

Well, Dory, you were asking why I didn’t help you, despite being with you every step of the way on your adventures.

Well, yeah! said Dory, somewhat indignantly. I mean, what are friends for?

Meanwhile, Granola was doing her yearly assessment with Ailill, and it didn't go as planned. She'd hoped for recognition and an increase of responsibilities, but nothing of that sort was given. She'd felt like crying and had to pop in the little dog in the room to whine insistently and express her frustration. Ailill had said she ... · ID #5663 (continued)
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