Bobbin Threadbare wrote :-

Hi dyary! It has been a long time sins I wroiten. Mama got sick and she woudn't let me go owtside. Then evryone got to take a bath and I got to splash peple and it was alot of fun. I didn't even have to take of my dress!

I don't see my Bucket buddy much anymore. There is someone from another town there and he wants to talk to him so he has to pretend to be asleep alot. So I can't play with him like I did.

I has been playing in the farm alot. One of the farmer let me grow a mushroom and that was fun to. Mama said it is not dwarfy to grow mushrooms but then why do dwarfs grow mushrooms? I asked Mama but she siad it is komlikaded or something like that. I asked if Penguingo'z traps are dwarfy and she said it is komlikaded to.

Krysmphoenix wrote :-

Journal of "Krysmphoenix" Zan Roomscalded
Felsite, 270

I had another child today recently. There was some...misunderstanding involving whether or not she was actually mine. Some of the paperwork stone tabletwork has been incorrect and forgot to properly write down my proper name. They knew a Krysmphoenix, but not a Zan. Lazarenth got very angry with the people who didn't realize I was his wife. It's hard to argue with a soldier in a fortress that's constantly at war. Now I handle the stone tabletwork, at least for marking which dwarf is whom and what their skills are.




Still, now the child is safe with me, I have named her Vulgey Bristletour. I am glad to have another child. Although Gemclod is a vomit-covered hell-hole (I suspect literally, there are strange rumblings and screams in the distant parts of the fortress) it is still the last hope for the Famous Palisade. Vulgey will live well here, assuming she survives her childhood. Now if only I could get the child to stop crying so much...






But now my thoughts turn to Tag Plastic... I can only what horrors the Arrogant Ones are doing to her. They must be taking her into horrid wildernesses far away...

Stuffing her in some very uncomfortable bag...

Next to lions, tigers and bears which growl constantly at her...

Oh Tag Plastic must be so miserable.





Ah, and little Bob N' Threadbar, such a good little daughter she is. She doesn't have as much time to play with Baron Commatoes anymore, but found something to spend her time. She's been hanging out around the farms lately helping them out with their harvest. Although I appreciate her being so active in the fortress, I can't help but wonder if there is a better duty for a dwarf, like engraving. I told her farming wasn't a very dwarven thing to do, but little children...they always like to know why. I told her it's complicated, but that hasn't satisfied her.
This has lead me to thinking...one of the most prestigious dwarven duties is that of a brewer, something that our previous Overseer Pozzo knew quite well. After all, science clearly dictates that dwarves need alcohol to get through the working day, so is it correct to say that those who grow the plants from which alcohol is brewed are less dwarven than who brew those very plants? I say no. If dwarves want to be farmers, then let them be farmers. If that is what Bob N' Threadbar wants, then I shall let her...in fact...



I have an idea.




"Bob? Can you do mommy a big favor? Can you draw mommy some rope reeds, whip vines, bloated tubers, strawberries...and..."

"sun berries."

((Note: Bobbin? This actually is a minor request for you to draw those. I don't care how much effort you put into drawing them. There is a second part to this and I'd just like it to be a little nicer.))

Bobbin Threadbare wrote :-

Three out of the four plants don't really exist, so I took some artistic license with it. Hope you like it.