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Here is Ryan doing homework. He has a big test on Wednesday.


Ryan and I have no fun things to take pictures of, but I am tired of just having words so you get to look at our lovely faces.

Definitions

I have had more than one person ask me to clarify "phobia" on the poll. "Phobia" in this context means "a huge fear and problem with"
I am not including in the poll the person in the family who has an obsession of enjoyment out of excrement...

corn makes an appearance again

The first thing Corn notices as she opened her bedroom door is a cat & several spiders frozen in a scene only a foot from her door. The cat had been stalking the spiders & was caught in a pose that revealed its intent to strike. corn slid past the scene & quickly made her way to the breakfast hall where her parents ate. On the way she past several servants, each holding a candlestick and as still as rock. She ran the last few steps to her destination, Franco still in tow. The breakfast hall was completely empty. Loosing all pretense of calmness, Corn ran to her parents bedroom. She found them in their beds, as good as dead for all the answers they could give her. Corn sat on an embroidered chair in the room and tried to calm her beating heart. After a few hours, she decided she could accomplish nothing staying in the castle and knew that if she was to find out what happened, she would need to find a person who wasn't frozen. That meant she would have to leave. She knew she would need food, but she didn't know where the kitchen was. She knew she would need clothes, but she didn't know where the maid kept them. Corn spent the next several hours locating the kitchen, closet, and other places she had never been. Once Corn had all her supplies in one place she noticed how much she had. There were two large bags of food. Five flasks of various favorite juices, and four large bundles of clothing and accessories, and of course, Franco. Needing a horse to carry everything, Corn made her way to the stable and arrived to find the horses in the same condition. Of course they would be, but it hadn't occurred to the princess that there wouldn't be anything to carry her things! "You dumb horses!" she screamed. She stalked up to one and kicked his leg. "I hate you, I hate you all! How dare you be frozen and leave me to take of myself. I don't want to!" Corn felt very frustrated and annoyed. She went back inside to her pile of things. Looking at it in disgust she decided she didn't want to deal with the problem of carrying it. She was determined to find someone to clear up this mess of a problem and clear it up tonight!
Corn left the castle and brought Franco for an example of what was going on so that the first person she found could fix it. She came to the city near the castle and found the same scene. Becoming VERY exasperated, she decided she would just have to travel further.

When am I going to find someone? It has been a full day of travel practically and every city and village in the kingdom is the same! Everyone frozen! I am so tired. Corn's stomach growled very loudly. and I'm hungry, she thought.

"Hey you there!" A boy's voice called out.
Corn looked around but saw no one.
"Hey! Hang on, I'll come down."
She looked up then, and saw a peasant, about twelve years old descending from a tree.
"Are you lost? If you are, I am not sure how to help, but you can come back to my ma's cottage with me and she could probably help." The boy seemed silly to Corn, and way beneath her level. Pausing long enough to decide if it was worth speaking below her, her stomach spoke up and decided for her.
"I am NOT lost, peasant. Princesses don't get lost. However, if there is food at this cottage, you will give me some." Corn thought it was decent of her not to yell at him and was surprised when he gave her a disgusted look.
"I was offering help, not saying 'I am at your command'. If you aren't lost, then you don't need my help so I will be off," and he promptly walked away from Corn.
"Hey! Get back here this instant. As your princess, I command you turn around, NOW." The peasant just kept walking. How infuriating! I commanded and he did not listen! If I were back at the castle he would be put in the dungeons to starve to death. Corn seethed but didn't know what to do. She followed the peasant. A half an hour later a cottage came into view, standing all alone except a barn at its side. There were cows and chickens in sight, and from the sounds of it, lambs were around somewhere. The peasant had already gone inside so Corn was alone as she viewed her surroundings. Walking up to the door she flung it open. The peasant and his mother turned from their conversation to stare.
"Your son will be punished dearly for his disobedience. I demand that you give me food right this instant. Not just demand, but COMMAND as your princess!"
"I don't know how you do things where you come from," the peasant explained, "but here we don't 'demand' things, we ask, and ask nicely." He emphasized 'nicely'. "And we don't have any princesses".
"Of course you have a princess. I am she. Princess Cornamelia Donnilington." Corn said this with pride, proud of her name and status.