Guess who's back? Back again? Blue that's who, go tell a friend. Weaving a story not from the Fairelands. But the yard, my own backyard. Picture this if you will. The fantasy spilled over into my world. Not by choice, but by thy wife. Who went shopping with my coin when I took her along. My mind thinking free vaca bring the wifey come on.
Enjoying the sights, sounds, all the Fairelanders abound. From Wistlyn Shallows, through Ogham Grove, to Sunstone Oasis, we had so much fun. Wifey was keying for in every realm shopping became her thing. which brings me back to the yard, our backyard you see. For construction took place unseen but hammers, sawzalls, the sounds filled the air.
I went to go take a peep but Pru pulled me away and told me not to peek. Silence resonated in the air. Pru grabbed me so excited to finally share. With a snap of her fingers there it appeared. A life size Mushroom house straight outta a cartoon. The wifey stood there her face all a glow. She rambled on about how she grew up watching the Smurf show. As you can see in the yard, my backyard. My wifey can be Smurfette and live out her childhood dream.
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