Wellington Womble (
young_womble) wrote in
milliways_bar2011-05-06 10:13 pm
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Every now and again, there is the sight of a fluffy paw sticking up to pull something off a table. Apple cores, left over chips, that sort of thing. Providing they are quite definitely abandoned.
It's been a hungry time for Wellington. There's a food shortage at home, with several hundred mouths to feed and not a lot on the common. Anyone would think those Human Beings are starting to learn to clean up after themselves!
Wellington's stomach growls as he gingerly grabs a discarded jacket potato skin to put in his tidy bag. But it wouldn't be right to start eating the food without sharing it out with the others.
It's been a hungry time for Wellington. There's a food shortage at home, with several hundred mouths to feed and not a lot on the common. Anyone would think those Human Beings are starting to learn to clean up after themselves!
Wellington's stomach growls as he gingerly grabs a discarded jacket potato skin to put in his tidy bag. But it wouldn't be right to start eating the food without sharing it out with the others.

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He reaches up, pulls the bits of discarded bread roll into his tidy bag, and leaves the meat, which Wombles don't touch.
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"H-hallo. Was this yours?"
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She whispers softly.
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"Here you go."
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"Here you go I hope these help."
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"I-I ought to get back, thanks for your help."