Kate Bell ?
"From the corners of our eyes it is not easy to see the creature that frightens us day and nightly. The truth in fact is of no threat and befriending this life is no easy feat.
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Schrangle
Out from the earth two ears atwitching. A silent beast now hunter proud. Grandly and tall he stood. Yet between the walls and timrous still. One may find him. A gentleman ready to kill. Only the secties, insas and flybis. &nb
Florence
Debonair is this spindley lass. Flitting and floating for years on end. This Charleston sweetheart. A watchful picket spook. She hash slings Schrangles catch of the day. Pickled insas. Smoked secties. Poached flybis. The hungering rumble echoes a
Raschen
An elderly chap, a professor of sorts. A kilted magpie man, who had refused to wear shorts. Partial to the comfort of a goose downie bed, to lay down the weight of his weary little head. So when the lights go out and Beastie falls silent. &
Egonne
Always sitting patiently, hiding in the dim. Egonne sits to wait for you, her hoard of tales askew.Eager to tell them passers by of them ticking tocks took. A Brickadda between two worlds, the lounge and the cook. Meet Egonne.
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