YAY!!!!! I finally got to see Mustang after 5 weeks (and one day) apart! I have missed her so much, and the two of us were so happy to see one another.
I'm going to mention Durgans a lot in this post, so first I'll explain what they are. A Durgan is from Monster in the Hollows, the third book in the Wingfeather Saga. They dress in black and are trained fighters and sneakers. They are the protectors of the Green Hollows.
On Friday, after they got here, we goofed off in the house: making costumes of black, sneaking around spying on the parents and the brother, that kind of stuff. Then we went outside to jump on the trampoline (with our capes). We jumped around looking awesome for a bit, then my brother came out. No problem, we thought. All three of us jumped on the trampoline for a bit, but then we got a little rowdy. Mustang and I were bouncing my brother. Then as he was going up, I was coming down. My face collided with his shin. Ouch! I got a nose bleed.
On Saturday, we went out to the Ranch. Mustang and I adore that place because.. well, because it's awesome. We scouted around for an awesome fort, a new one to call ours. We went tromping through every tree that exists on that place, and got thoroughly lost. Until Mustang spotted a feeder. Then we knew where we were! We finally found an awesome fort right in the backyard. We worked at cleaning it up for a time, then decided to devote the rest of our time to playing Durgan in and around it. We call it The Hollow.
We went down to the part of the property right down from the driveway that we call 'The Flat'. Not kidding. Anyway, we were playing with our awesome staffs, vaulting over rocks and whatnot. We were taking a rest from vaulting and twirling our staffs and the like, when I looked down and saw some flint. Well, since I always pick flint up if I see it, I grabbed it. It looked at it for a moment before seeing that it was vaguely arrow shaped.
I looked at it for another moment before spinning it around and realizing it was more than 'vaguely' arrow shaped. I had stumbled across my first arrow head ever. Head spinning with wild excitement, I called Mustang over. She and I looked at it for a while before heading up to the house to show Mom and Dad.
Saturday, after getting home from the Ranch, we played outside for quite a while. We played Durgans the entire time, and messed around with our staffs and our other stuff, pretending to train. Anyway, after it got sufficiently dark, we played a game from The Monster in the Hollows.
We had a basket, a tree, an apple, a sneaker, and a whacker. What happened is: The apple is put in the tree with the basket a few yards away from the tree. The sneaker's job is to get the apple from the tree to the basket without getting whacked. The whacker's job is to try to whack the sneaker with a staff before the sneaker gets the apple to the basket.
I went first as the sneaker. Mustang put the apple in the tree then came down and gave me a minute to hide. She then hid herself. I snuck around and finally came out into the open near the tree. I looked about for her, then, quietly as I could, I scrambled up the tree. As I turned around to get the apple, I saw her and nearly jumped out of my skin. She was hiding at a spot where if I got down, I would get smacked no matter what. She crouched, moving forward. I waited for her to get to the base of the tree, and then I jumped. I hit the ground running hard for the basket. I took a peek around, and didn't see her, so I dropped the apple in. I had won.
Her turn: I had no clue where she was until I went around to the front porch, were the parents had gathered in the dark to watch our game. I saw her peeking around the edge of the house. I jumped backwards, and rushed around the house. I was opposite her then. She crouched, then ran to the tree. I almost got her, but missed. She crouched low in the tree for a long time before finally jumping silently to the ground and running around the house. She came back with the news that we had to go in, and she never got the apple in the basket.
Last, but for sure not least, on Sunday morning, we decided to break the geode that she got me in Colorado. I swung first, barely hitting it. I hit it again and at first thought it hadn't broken. I felt it again, and decided it was thoroughly broken. I pulled it out, and gasped at what I saw. It was one of the rarest type. It was a black geode! It was totally awesome.
To sum that all up: Mustang, the Nose Bleed, the Arrowhead, The Hollow, and the Geode. And the Apple tree.
But the best part? Spending time with Mustang herself.
I'm going to mention Durgans a lot in this post, so first I'll explain what they are. A Durgan is from Monster in the Hollows, the third book in the Wingfeather Saga. They dress in black and are trained fighters and sneakers. They are the protectors of the Green Hollows.
On Friday, after they got here, we goofed off in the house: making costumes of black, sneaking around spying on the parents and the brother, that kind of stuff. Then we went outside to jump on the trampoline (with our capes). We jumped around looking awesome for a bit, then my brother came out. No problem, we thought. All three of us jumped on the trampoline for a bit, but then we got a little rowdy. Mustang and I were bouncing my brother. Then as he was going up, I was coming down. My face collided with his shin. Ouch! I got a nose bleed.
On Saturday, we went out to the Ranch. Mustang and I adore that place because.. well, because it's awesome. We scouted around for an awesome fort, a new one to call ours. We went tromping through every tree that exists on that place, and got thoroughly lost. Until Mustang spotted a feeder. Then we knew where we were! We finally found an awesome fort right in the backyard. We worked at cleaning it up for a time, then decided to devote the rest of our time to playing Durgan in and around it. We call it The Hollow.
We went down to the part of the property right down from the driveway that we call 'The Flat'. Not kidding. Anyway, we were playing with our awesome staffs, vaulting over rocks and whatnot. We were taking a rest from vaulting and twirling our staffs and the like, when I looked down and saw some flint. Well, since I always pick flint up if I see it, I grabbed it. It looked at it for a moment before seeing that it was vaguely arrow shaped.
I looked at it for another moment before spinning it around and realizing it was more than 'vaguely' arrow shaped. I had stumbled across my first arrow head ever. Head spinning with wild excitement, I called Mustang over. She and I looked at it for a while before heading up to the house to show Mom and Dad.
Saturday, after getting home from the Ranch, we played outside for quite a while. We played Durgans the entire time, and messed around with our staffs and our other stuff, pretending to train. Anyway, after it got sufficiently dark, we played a game from The Monster in the Hollows.
We had a basket, a tree, an apple, a sneaker, and a whacker. What happened is: The apple is put in the tree with the basket a few yards away from the tree. The sneaker's job is to get the apple from the tree to the basket without getting whacked. The whacker's job is to try to whack the sneaker with a staff before the sneaker gets the apple to the basket.
I went first as the sneaker. Mustang put the apple in the tree then came down and gave me a minute to hide. She then hid herself. I snuck around and finally came out into the open near the tree. I looked about for her, then, quietly as I could, I scrambled up the tree. As I turned around to get the apple, I saw her and nearly jumped out of my skin. She was hiding at a spot where if I got down, I would get smacked no matter what. She crouched, moving forward. I waited for her to get to the base of the tree, and then I jumped. I hit the ground running hard for the basket. I took a peek around, and didn't see her, so I dropped the apple in. I had won.
Her turn: I had no clue where she was until I went around to the front porch, were the parents had gathered in the dark to watch our game. I saw her peeking around the edge of the house. I jumped backwards, and rushed around the house. I was opposite her then. She crouched, then ran to the tree. I almost got her, but missed. She crouched low in the tree for a long time before finally jumping silently to the ground and running around the house. She came back with the news that we had to go in, and she never got the apple in the basket.
Last, but for sure not least, on Sunday morning, we decided to break the geode that she got me in Colorado. I swung first, barely hitting it. I hit it again and at first thought it hadn't broken. I felt it again, and decided it was thoroughly broken. I pulled it out, and gasped at what I saw. It was one of the rarest type. It was a black geode! It was totally awesome.
To sum that all up: Mustang, the Nose Bleed, the Arrowhead, The Hollow, and the Geode. And the Apple tree.
But the best part? Spending time with Mustang herself.
