The pine trees were not expecting her, either, but you don't see them making that face.
There is plenty of snow. It is cold. There is a lit lamp-post.
And stepping into the spill of light from the lamp-post is a man just a little bit taller than she is, who has fur on his hoofed legs and a tail looped over his elbow and parcels in his hand and an umbrella in his other hand and a scarf round his neck and little pokey horns being little and pokey amongst his hair.
He reacts with much less aplomb to his surprise at seeing Elizabeth than did the pine trees. Dropped are all his carried possessions and the tail too.
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Date: 2014-06-20 12:01 am (UTC)There is plenty of snow. It is cold. There is a lit lamp-post.
And stepping into the spill of light from the lamp-post is a man just a little bit taller than she is, who has fur on his hoofed legs and a tail looped over his elbow and parcels in his hand and an umbrella in his other hand and a scarf round his neck and little pokey horns being little and pokey amongst his hair.
He reacts with much less aplomb to his surprise at seeing Elizabeth than did the pine trees. Dropped are all his carried possessions and the tail too.