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outofthequiver) wrote2023-04-05 04:58 am
outofthequiver) wrote2023-04-05 04:58 am
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Room 229; Wednesday Morning [04/05].
Life as a lamb was a pretty simple, easy, carefree one, really; Libby didn't have much to worry about in her current state, and she hadn't, really, for about a week now. Mostly, her main concerns had been getting out a lot of energy through prancing and climbing things, and then a lot of curling up and having naps, and making the most out of being outside when Kurt took her out. But that morning, she was inside, and she was feeling like she had too much sprightly energy again, which meant she was sort of bouncing around the room in an effort to expend some of it.
There hadn't been much to climb on, in Kurt and Guillermo's room, and she generally avoided the hammock now, after an unfortunate incident of getting pretty tangled up in it, but what she had discovered she was really fond of were the beanbag chairs. Specifically, she liked gearing up for a good bouncing prance across the room and then an expert little leap into them, where she'd then let herself sink into the softness of it. She'd wait a little while before then scrambling herself out of the beanbag (sometimes it was easier than others), and then just do it all over again.
Life as a lamb was pretty simple, and it clearly didn't take much to entertain herself, as she scrambled up out of the beanbag again with a little bit of a bleat and then pranced to the other side of the room to just go prancing right back and giving another leap into the bag again.
She could probably do this all day, really!
(Not really; she would eventually get a little bored or hungry or want to go outside, but for now? It was clearly the best thing ever).
[[ for the temporary one-sheep shepherd, please! ]]
There hadn't been much to climb on, in Kurt and Guillermo's room, and she generally avoided the hammock now, after an unfortunate incident of getting pretty tangled up in it, but what she had discovered she was really fond of were the beanbag chairs. Specifically, she liked gearing up for a good bouncing prance across the room and then an expert little leap into them, where she'd then let herself sink into the softness of it. She'd wait a little while before then scrambling herself out of the beanbag (sometimes it was easier than others), and then just do it all over again.
Life as a lamb was pretty simple, and it clearly didn't take much to entertain herself, as she scrambled up out of the beanbag again with a little bit of a bleat and then pranced to the other side of the room to just go prancing right back and giving another leap into the bag again.
She could probably do this all day, really!
(Not really; she would eventually get a little bored or hungry or want to go outside, but for now? It was clearly the best thing ever).
[[ for the temporary one-sheep shepherd, please! ]]