Gypsy still had a sock on her horn. She followed the others back to the castle.
Islie painted the sock on Gysp's horn blue with sparkly white stars ^.^
They might not need me but; they might.
I'll let my Head be just in sight;
A smile as small as mine might be
Precisely their necessity.
-Emily Dickinson
Gypsy smirked at Islie's now blue sock with sparkly white stars. Reep wanted to go back to the sea, and this time, with all his friends the giraffe and the hobbits.
An Elf named Eriathwen suddenly pops out of nowhere and climbs atop Islie's head.
Gypsy climbs on Islie's back.
Reep asks, "Why is everyone suddenly climbing on the giraffe?"
Tenethia gently pushed Thwenny over and sat beside her.
"Please let's not go to the sea!" Tenny pleaded. "I get seasick!"
"There is a side of the boat to lean over for a reason." said Gypsy to Tenny. Then she turned to Reep, "You should try it. I don't think she minds."
After Islie indicated that she didn't mind having friends sitting all over on her, Reep attempted to climb onto her back--but found it to be rather difficult, considering his small size and Islie's tall giraffeyness.
They might not need me but; they might.
I'll let my Head be just in sight;
A smile as small as mine might be
Precisely their necessity.
-Emily Dickinson
Gypsy helped him up by letting him grab her horn.
Then, despite Tenny's protests, they all went aboard the ship.
They might not need me but; they might.
I'll let my Head be just in sight;
A smile as small as mine might be
Precisely their necessity.
-Emily Dickinson
It was a lovely ship with beautiful white sails and the wings of a swan rose from each side.
Tenny immediately went to bed, very sick.
"But Tenny!" protested Engee the Kakapo, who was on the ship, too, "We haven't even left port!"
Gypsy called for Lucy. "Lucy! I think we need you! Tenny- uh- sort of got sick!"
But as everyone looked around for Lucy, Reep ran frantically to the mast and jumped up and down, looking upwards.
They might not need me but; they might.
I'll let my Head be just in sight;
A smile as small as mine might be
Precisely their necessity.
-Emily Dickinson