"OPG Welcomes the New Year."

Outlaw Peasant Girl, the rugged, jogging again, love of her life and their # seven wee lad set about to gather with the kin folk of near and far. They arrived to their native home land to a much frigid teepee! The welcome dancing flames had gone out and all that was left was stone cold. Not letting it get the better of their spirits the three some again mounted their trusty stead.Over hill and dale to grandmothers teepee they went!Here the flames danced, all was to be welcomed and merriment was about to begin! But that gosh darn lohl, whooped up on the innocent kin folk plus one outlaw in the rolling of the square rocks of numbers. Outlaw Peasant Girl, her rugged jogging again, love of her life, and #7wee lad, the Mother of the rugged jogging again, love of her life, and the fair mid maid, all nestled down for the night. When the ball of fire rose again from beyond, the rugged,jogging again, lohl mounted his stead. Went over dale and hill to fetch parts to craft with his bare hands and all manner of his skills. He would make the flames dance and bid the welcome back to their teepee. Alas he returned empty handed but not defeated!He made the call box ring and ring, but still to no avail. The one young sibling, just short of genius, proposed to use the gun that fires the warm wind. Maybe if the old parts could be dried, they may jump back to life. So with new energy and determination the rugged jogging again love of her life took the gun in hand and set about to dry the darn thing! With that done, he taped it up! It worked and the trio slept in their own feather cots that night. While all this was going on, Outlaw Peasant Girl and the Mother of the love of her life went to work on the homestead to make it shine and fill the air with odors of welcome. All must be ready for the gathering herd. #7wee lad brought in some chunks to make the flames dance and fight the cooling knight enemy. The chunks, he stacked them in precise order against the stable wall. Then all was ready. The fatling fowl and suckling pig, harvest from the ground and ale fit for a king. The kin folk gathered for merriment. They ate and sang. They ate and rolled the square rocks of numbers. They ate and drank and laughed till it was time to nestle back, each to his own feathered cot. The ball of flame hid itself and reappeared once again.Outlaw Peasant Girl, the rugged jogging again, love of her life, and #7wee lad went back to the Mother of the rugged jogging lohl and rearranged the teepee to the common days use. They then helped her eat up the gathered crumbs from the nights feast. Outlaw Peasant Girl wanting to accomplish at least one more task before the weeks end. She applied the art work around the magic plates in the wall. This was begin by another of the beloved siblings. So that each one there in the feasting hall has the art work surrounding it. Coming to the last plate on the wall she was dismayed to feel the cool wind still coming through the magic plates in the wall, so decided to see if she could do something more to stop the draft. She scrounged up some itchy glass fibers and packed the two culprit magic boxes. Still the air moved in to steal the warmth. Outlaw Peasant Girl had many times laughed to the tails of "Red Green" on the picture box. She knew just what to do and hunted up some duct tape to seal the kday and knight drafts off. Again she placed the art work border around the magic plate and plugged the ding dong back in. It was getting late so the art work for the last plate was left for the next time. For now you can see the Red Green duct tape around the magic plate on the wall. Outlaw Peasant Girl had a wonderfully good time visiting this weeks end. The trip back got long. She hates driving at night with her eyes not what they use to be! They left to late to get back while the ball of fire was still in the sky. The rugged jogging lohl turned the driving over to OPG just as the ball of fire hid itself and the steeds multiplied in number. All anxious to find the beds of hay in their own stables. But they made the journey safe. Welcomed home by still more kin folk. Happy New Year from OPG and all her kin folk!

P.S. Thankyous oooxxx to The hairy one and his kin for the warm sheepskin and framed artwork of special meaning of the season!