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IN the midst of World War Two, James is training for the Royal Air Force, while going home to Yorkshire whenever possible to see his very pregnant wife, Helen. Musing on past adventures through the dales, visiting with old friends, and introducing scores of new and amusing charcters -- animal and human alike -- Herriot enthralls us once again with his uncanny ability to spin a most engaging and heartfelt yarn.

The world's most beloved veterinarian offers a third ...

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IN the midst of World War Two, James is training for the Royal Air Force, while going home to Yorkshire whenever possible to see his very pregnant wife, Helen. Musing on past adventures through the dales, visiting with old friends, and introducing scores of new and amusing charcters -- animal and human alike -- Herriot enthralls us once again with his uncanny ability to spin a most engaging and heartfelt yarn.

The world's most beloved veterinarian offers a third volume in his classic series of tales of life in the Yorkshire Dales--the warm and joyful sequel to All Creatures Great and Small and All Things Bright and Beautiful.

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Editorial Reviews

The Boston Globe
"A wise and wonderful writer...I enjoyed it immensely."
Seattle Times
"Warm, wonderful, and sometimes hilarious...this is a book the readers hates to finish because it is so enjoyable."
Baltimore Sun
"Surely no one can red Herriot without gaining a new and compassionate insight into All Things Wise and Wonderful in the world around him. A grand book."
From the Publisher
"James Herriot found a gentle, wise and often humorous way to write about animals and to evoke a beautiful but fading way of life in those Yorkshire Hills. He showed me how to focus not just on the animals, but on the people who lived with the animals, and their loving, sometimes difficult and very wonderful connections with one another.  While he is known for his wonderful writing about animals, I often think of his ability to capture people. From the first, I've tried to capture that feeling, that uplifting and heartwarming style. I can't say that I have ever quite matched the writing of James Herriot, but he has always inspired me and given me something to aim for. He often makes me smile, sometimes makes me cry, you can't really ask more from a writer than that."—Jon Katz, New York Times bestselling author of Second Chance Dog, A Dog Year, A Good Dog, and many others

 "I recall reading All Creatures Great and Small many years ago, while working as a veterinary technician for a mobile vet in Los Angeles.  We worked with cats and dogs, of course, but with farm animals, too, and apes and monkeys and angry pet raccoons, burros, crows, macaws– the variety of pets in Los Angeles was limitless.  During that wonderful time, I’d be beaten senseless by a kangaroo, held hostage by a love-struck chimpanzee, chased by angry hogs, and sat on by a miniature horse inside of a well-known celebrity’s home.  It was a magical time, and it made perfect sense for me to read Herriot in the evenings, a grand fellow who’d roam the English countryside making veterinary house calls, effortlessly moving from draft horses to kittens, healing, telling stories.  I felt a kinship with him and his magical world, and marveled at his talent for drawing me into his cast of characters.  Later in life, when I too would write of my experiences with animals and their people, I would hearken to Herriot’s Yorkshire Dales, and to prose so genuine that it would help inspire my own career as a writer and pet behaviorist.  Herriot to me remains a superhero of sorts, who, in visiting home after home like some veterinary Santa, taught me how simple, heartwarming prose about people and their animals could rise above the commonplace, and become art."—Steve Duno, author of Last Dog on the Hill, The Everything Cat Book and The Amazing Dog Trick Book

 

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780330258845
  • Publisher: Pan Macmillan
  • Publication date: 3/1/2001
  • Pages: 583
  • Product dimensions: 5.22 (w) x 7.75 (h) x 1.43 (d)

Meet the Author

JAMES HERRIOT was a veterinarian in Yorkshire, England for over 50 years until his death in 1995. His bestselling memoirs include All Things Bright and Beautiful, All Things Wise and Wonderful, The Lord God Made Them All, and Every Living Thing. At 23, he qualified for veterinary practice with the Glasgow Veterinary College, and moved to the town of Thirsk. He would live in and write about the region for the rest of his life. In 1979, he was awarded the Order of the British Empire.

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All Things Wise and Wonderful


By James Herriot

OPEN ROAD INTEGRATED MEDIA

Copyright © 1977 James Herriot
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4532-2792-3


CHAPTER 1

"Move!" Bawled the drill corporal. "Come on, speed it up!" He sprinted effortlessly to the rear of the gasping, panting column of men and urged us on from there.

I was somewhere in the middle, jog-trotting laboriously with the rest and wondering how much longer I could keep going. And as my ribs heaved agonisingly and my leg muscles protested I tried to work out just how many miles we had run.

I had suspected nothing when we lined up outside our billets. We weren't clad in PT kit but in woollen pullovers and regulation slacks and it seemed unlikely that anything violent was imminent. The corporal, too, a cheerful little cockney, appeared to regard us as his brothers. He had a kind face.

"Awright lads," he had cried, smiling over the fifty new airmen. "We're just going to trot round to the park, so follow me. Le-eft turn! At the double, qui-ick march! 'eft-ight 'eft-ight 'eft-ight!"

That had been a long, long time ago and we were still reeling through the London streets with never a sign of a park anywhere. The thought hammered in my brain that I had been under the impression that I was fit. A country vet, especially in the Yorkshire Dales, never had the chance to get out of condition; he was always on the move, wrestling with the big animals, walking for miles between the fell-side barns; he was hard and tough. That's what I thought.

But now other reflections began to creep in. My few months of married life with Helen had been so much lotus eating. She was too good a cook and I was too faithful a disciple of her art. Just lounging by our bed-sitter's fireside was the sweetest of all occupations. I had tried to ignore the disappearance of my abdominal muscles, the sagging of my pectorals, but it was all coming home to me now.

"It's not far now, lads," the corporal chirped from the rear, but he struck no responsive chords in the toiling group. He had said it several times before and we had stopped believing him.

But this time it seemed he really meant it, because as we turned into yet another street I could see iron railings and trees at the far end. The relief was inexpressible. I would just about have the strength to make it through the gates—to the rest and smoke which I badly needed because my legs were beginning to seize up.

We passed under an arch of branches which still bore a few autumn leaves and stopped as one man, but the corporal was waving us on.

"Come on, lads, round the track!" he shouted and pointed to a broad earthen path which circled the park.

We stared at him. He couldn't be serious! A storm of protest broke out.

"Aw no, corp ...!" "Have a heart, corp ...!"

The smile vanished from the little man's face. "Get movin', I said! Faster, faster ... one- two, one-two."

As I stumbled forward over the black earth, between borders of sooty rhododendrons and tired grass, I just couldn't believe it. It was all too sudden. Three days ago I was in Darrowby and half of me was still back there, back with Helen. And another part was still looking out of the rear window of the taxi at the green hills receding behind the tiled roofs into the morning sunshine; still standing in the corridor of the train as the flat terrain of southern England slid past and a great weight built up steadily in my chest.

My first introduction to the RAF was at Lord's cricket ground. Masses of forms to fill, medicals, then the issue of an enormous pile of kit. I was billeted in a block of flats in St. John's Wood—luxurious before the lush fittings had been removed. But they couldn't take away the heavy bathroom ware and one of our blessings was the unlimited hot water gushing at our touch into the expensive surroundings.

After that first crowded day I retired to one of those green-tiled sanctuaries and lathered myself with a new bar of a famous toilet soap which Helen had put in my bag. I have never been able to use that soap since. Scents are too evocative and the merest whiff jerks me back to that first night away from my wife, and to the feeling I had then. It was a dull, empty ache which never really went away.

On the second day we marched endlessly; lectures, meals, inoculations. I was used to syringes but the very sight of them was too much for many of my friends. Especially when the doctor took the blood samples; one look at the dark fluid flowing from their veins and the young men toppled quietly from their chairs, often four or five in a row while the orderlies, grinning cheerfully, bore them away.

We ate in the London Zoo and our meals were made interesting by the chatter of monkeys and the roar of lions in the background. But in between it was march, march, march, with our new boots giving us hell.

And on this third day the whole thing was still a blur. We had been wakened as on my first morning by the hideous 6 a.m. clattering of dustbin lids; I hadn't really expected the silvery tones of a bugle but I found this totally unromantic din intolerable. However, at the moment my only concern was that we had completed the circuit of the park. The gates were only a few yards ahead and I staggered up to them and halted among my groaning comrades.

"Round again, lads!" the corporal yelled, and as we stared at him aghast he smiled affectionately. "You think this is tough? Wait till they get hold of you at ITW. I'm just kinda breakin' you urgently. You'll thank me for this later. Right, at the double! One-two, one two!"

Bitter thoughts assailed me as I lurched forward once more. Another round of the park would kill me—there was not a shadow of a doubt about that. You left a loving wife and a happy home to serve king and country and this was how they treated you. It wasn't fair.


The night before I had dreamed of Darrowby. I was back in old Mr. Dakin's cow byre. The farmer's patient eyes in the long, drooping-moustached face looked down at me from his stooping height.

"It looks as though it's over wi' awd Blossom, then," he said, and rested his hand briefly on the old cow's back. It was an enormous, work-swollen hand. Mr. Dakin's gaunt frame carried little flesh but the grossly thickened fingers bore testimony to a life of toil.

I dried off the needle and dropped it into the metal box where I carried my suture materials, scalpels and blades. "Well, it's up to you of course, Mr. Dakin, but this is the third time I've had to stitch her teats and I'm afraid it's going to keep on happening."

"Aye, it's just the shape she is." The farmer bent and examined the row of knots along the four-inch scar. "By gaw, you wouldn't believe it could mek such a mess—just another cow standin' on it."

"A cow's hoof is sharp," I said. "It's nearly like a knife coming down."

That was the worst of very old cows. Their udders dropped and their teats became larger and more pendulous so that when they lay down in their stalls the vital milk-producing organ was pushed away to one side into the path of the neighbouring animals. If it wasn't Mabel on the right standing on it, it was Buttercup on the other side.

There were only six cows in the little cobbled byre with its low roof and wooden partitions and they all had names. You don't find cows with names any more and there aren't any farmers like Mr. Dakin, who somehow scratched a living from a herd of six milkers plus a few calves, pigs and hens.

"Aye, well," he said. "Ah reckon t'awd lass doesn't owe me anythin'. Ah remember the night she was born, twelve years ago. She was out of awd Daisy and ah carried her out of this very byre on a sack and the snow was comin' down hard. Sin' then ah wouldn't like to count how many thousand gallons o' milk she's turned out—she's still givin' four a day. Naw, she doesn't owe me a thing."

As if she knew she was the topic of conversation Blossom turned her head and looked at him. She was the classical picture of an ancient bovine; as fleshless as her owner, with jutting pelvic bones, splayed, overgrown feet and horns with a multitude of rings along their curving length. Beneath her, the udder, once high and tight, drooped forlornly almost to the floor.

She resembled her owner, too, in her quiet, patient demeanour. I had infiltrated her teat with a local anaesthetic before stitching but I don't think she would have moved if I hadn't used any. Stitching teats puts a vet in the ideal position to be kicked, with his head low down in front of the hind feet, but there was no danger with Blossom. She had never kicked anybody in her life.

Mr. Dakin blew out his cheeks. "Well, there's nowt else for it. She'll have to go. I'll tell Jack Dodson to pick 'er up for the fatstock market on Thursday. She'll be a bit tough for eatin' but ah reckon she'll make a few steak pies."

He was trying to joke but he was unable to smile as he looked at the old cow. Behind him, beyond the open door, the green hillside ran down to the river and the spring sunshine touched the broad sweep of the shallows with a million dancing lights. A beach of bleached stones gleamed bone-white against the long stretch of grassy bank which rolled up to the pastures lining the valley floor.

I had often felt that this smallholding would be an ideal place to live; only a mile outside Darrowby, but secluded, and with this heart-lifting vista of river and fell. I remarked on this once to Mr. Dakin and the old man turned to me with a wry smile.

"Aye, but the view's not very sustainin'," he said.

It happened that I was called back to the farm on the following Thursday to "cleanse" a cow and was in the byre when Dodson the drover called to pick up Blossom. He had collected a group of fat bullocks and cows from other farms and they stood, watched by one of his men, on the road high above.

"Nah then, Mr. Dakin," he cried as he bustled in. "It's easy to see which one you want me to tek. It's that awd screw over there."

He pointed at Blossom, and in truth the unkind description seemed to fit the bony creature standing between her sleek neighbours.

The farmer did not reply for a moment, then he went up between the cows and gently rubbed Blossom's forehead. "Aye, this is the one, Jack." He hesitated, then undid the chain round her neck. "Off ye go, awd lass," he murmured, and the old animal turned and made her way placidly from the stall.

"Aye, come on with ye!" shouted the dealer, poking his stick against the cow's rump.

"Doan't hit 'er!" barked Mr. Dakin.

Dodson looked at him in surprise. "Ah never 'it 'em, you know that. Just send 'em on, like."

"Ah knaw, ah knaw, Jack, but you won't need your stick for this 'un. She'll go wherever ye want—allus has done."

Blossom confirmed his words as she ambled through the door and, at a gesture from the farmer, turned along the track.

The old man and I stood watching as the cow made her way unhurriedly up the hill, Jack Dodson in his long khaki smock sauntering behind her. As the path wound behind a clump of sparse trees man and beast disappeared but Mr. Dakin still gazed after them, listening to the clip-clop of the hooves on the hard ground.

When the sound died away he turned to me quickly. "Right, Mr. Herriot, we'll get on wi' our job, then. I'll bring your hot watter."

The farmer was silent as I soaped my arm and inserted it into the cow. If there is one thing more disagreeable than removing the bovine afterbirth it is watching somebody else doing it, and I always try to maintain a conversation as I grope around inside. But this time it was hard work. Mr. Dakin responded to my sallies on the weather, cricket and the price of milk with a series of grunts.

Holding the cow's tail he leaned on the hairy back and, empty-eyed, blew smoke from the pipe which like most farmers at a cleansing he had prudently lit at the outset. And of course, since the going was heavy, it just would happen that the job took much longer than usual. Sometimes a placenta simply lifted out but I had to peel this one away from the cotyledons one by one, returning every few minutes to the hot water and antiseptic to re-soap my aching arms.

But at last it was finished. I pushed in a couple of pessaries, untied the sack from my middle and pulled my shirt over my head. The conversation had died and the silence was almost oppressive as we opened the byre door.

Mr. Dakin paused, his hand on the latch. "What's that?" he said softly.

From somewhere on the hillside I could hear the clip-clop of a cow's feet. There were two ways to the farm and the sound came from a narrow track which joined the main road half a mile beyond the other entrance. As we listened a cow rounded a rocky outcrop and came towards us.

It was Blossom, moving at a brisk trot, great udder swinging, eyes fixed purposefully on the open door behind us.

"What the hangment ...?" Mr. Dakin burst out, but the old cow brushed past us and marched without hesitation into the stall which she had occupied for all those years. She sniffed enquiringly at the empty hay rack and looked round at her owner.

Mr. Dakin stared back at her. The eyes in the weathered face were expressionless but the smoke rose from his pipe in a series of rapid puffs.

Heavy boots clattered suddenly outside and Jack Dodson panted his way through the door.

"Oh, you're there, ye awd beggar!" he gasped. "Ah thought I'd lost ye!"

He turned to the farmer. "By gaw, I'm sorry, Mr. Dakin. She must 'ave turned off at t'top of your other path. Ah never saw her go."

The farmer shrugged. "It's awright, Jack. It's not your fault, ah should've told ye."

"That's soon mended anyway." The drover grinned and moved towards Blossom. "Come on, lass, let's have ye out o' there again."

But he halted as Mr. Dakin held an arm in front of him.

There was a long silence as Dodson and I looked in surprise at the farmer who continued to gaze fixedly at the cow. There was a pathetic dignity about the old animal as she stood there against the mouldering timber of the partition, her eyes patient and undemanding. It was a dignity which triumphed over the unsightliness of the long upturned hooves, the fleshless ribs, the broken-down udder almost brushing the cobbles.

Then, still without speaking, Mr. Dakin moved unhurriedly between the cows and a faint chink of metal sounded as he fastened the chain around Blossom's neck. Then he strolled to the end of the byre and returned with a forkful of hay which he tossed expertly into the rack.

This was what Blossom was waiting for. She jerked a mouthful from between the spars and began to chew with quiet satisfaction.

"What's to do, Mr. Dakin?" the drover cried in bewilderment "They're waiting for me at t'mart!"

The farmer tapped out his pipe on the half door and began to fill it with black shag from a battered tin. "Ah'm sorry to waste your time, Jack, but you'll have to go without 'er."

"Without 'er ...? But ...?"

"Aye, ye'll think I'm daft, but that's how it is. T'awd lass has come 'ome and she's stoppin' 'ome." He directed a look of flat finality at the drover.

Dodson nodded a couple of times then shuffled from the byre. Mr. Dakin followed and called after him.

"Ah'll pay ye for your time, Jack. Put it down on ma bill."

He returned, applied a match to his pipe and drew deeply.

"Mr. Herriot," he said as the smoke rose around his ears, "do you ever feel when summat happens that it was meant to happen and that it was for t'best?"

"Yes, I do, Mr. Dakin. I often feel that."

"Aye well, that's how I felt when Blossom came down that hill." He reached out and scratched the root of the cow's tail. "She's allus been a favourite and by gaw I'm glad she's back."

"But how about those teats? I'm willing to keep stitching them up, but ..."

"Nay, lad, ah've had an idea. Just came to me when you were tekkin' away that cleansin' and I thowt I was ower late."

"An idea?"

"Aye." The old man nodded and tamped down the tobacco with his thumb. "I can put two or three calves on to 'er instead of milkin' 'er. The old stable is empty—she can live in there where there's nobody to stand on 'er awd tits."

I laughed. "You're right, Mr. Dakin. She'd be safe in the stable and she'd suckle three calves easily. She could pay her way."

"Well, as ah said, it's matterless. After all them years she doesn't owe me a thing." A gentle smile spread over the seamed face. "Main thing is, she's come 'ome."

My eyes were shut most of the time now as I blundered round the park and when I opened them a red mist swirled. But it is incredible what the human frame will stand and I blinked in disbelief as the iron gates appeared once more under their arch of sooty branches.

I had survived the second lap but an ordinary rest would be inadequate now. This time I would have to lie down. I felt sick.

"Good lads!" the corporal called out, cheerful as ever. "You're doin' fine. Now we're just going to 'ave a little hoppin' on the spot."

Incredulous wails rose from our demoralised band but the corporal was unabashed.


(Continues...)

Excerpted from All Things Wise and Wonderful by James Herriot. Copyright © 1977 James Herriot. Excerpted by permission of OPEN ROAD INTEGRATED MEDIA.
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  • Posted December 7, 2009

    LOVE ALL ANIMALS

    WONDERFUL! Have had the book many years and never read until this past Nov. on into Dec. Had read Mr. Herriot's first book yrs. ago. I recomend these books for EVERYONE. Heartwarming, touching, never dull, will bring laughter and tears. OC

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  • Posted February 22, 2010

    An old favorite!

    These books made me want to be a veterinarian! I picked this up after decades, and it was like reading an old friend.

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    Posted July 2, 2012

    Cats

    (Rp'er: I wrote a story about a loner. Please read, rate, and review at the Black stallions Return.
    I continued it at the Black Stallions courage.
    The last part will be at the Balck Stallion Challenged!!!
    Again please read, rate, and review!)
    These cats might not be able to rp for a week or so, not sure! Ill be in California and don't know if I can rp or get wifi, will try to rp when possible!~Heathershine ~Stormtail ~Spiritkit

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 7, 2004

    All things wise and wonderful

    Having read James Herriot's previous books, I had high expectations for All Things Wise and Wonderful. They were more than fulfilled from the very beginning of this exemplary read. James Herriot's third book is another classic all the way, filled with even more hilarious stories of his own personal experiences. He'll toss your emotions as he goes from heart wrenching tribulations, to those laugh-out-loud comedic moments he's famous for. In this story James brings us with him to the RAF where, during training, he recalls his days in Yorkshire and shares with us some of his most entertaining memories yet, in his humorous writing style. Separated from his expectant wife, Helen, James is in a different world then that to which he is accustomed, going through a fast-paste training course in which he's worked liked a horse. Then he gets tossed into an even faster paced flight school and is in the air before he knows how to fly. All the time he brings us back to Yorkshire, and the veterinary practice. Here we meat again with the unique personalities of his partner, Siegfried Farnon and his unorthodox younger brother, Tristan Farnon. He takes us through the ironies of his trials and triumphs, including the always-awkward instances with Helen, at the time before they were married. There are still a few stories of Tristan's mischievous doings, and of course the rampages of his older brother that always follow As the pages flow, and you are sucked further into the book, a strange event brings the climax to a sudden drop and leaves you reading in disbelief. This book is a definite must-read for anyone who enjoys hilarious stories. The incredible characters of Yorkshire, the abundant material, and a great writer painting a vivid picture, are what make this book a classic bestseller.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 30, 2013

    Ikr

    I totally agree with you person!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 2, 2013

    YOU !!!!!!!!!!

    All these blank reveiws!! They aren't anything but random ideas. Like really,GET REAL!!!!!

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  • Posted November 10, 2012

    I read the first book and enjoyed it so much that I read the ent

    I read the first book and enjoyed it so much that I read the entire series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 8, 2012

    STOP IT ALL OF YOU! READ THIS!

    I am sick and tired of hearing about these stupid clans! These reviews are scandalos and I find them extremely imature. So stop using this review page as a chat room. About the book: IT IS AMAZING!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 5, 2012

    STOP!!!!!

    Can you please stop doing this instead of reviews? It is disrespectful to the people who actually want to know whether or not they should buy this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 4, 2012

    Feathertail from old topaz clan to Former Leafstar

    Who are you here?How is flowerpaw?Who is she here?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 8, 2012

    To greypaw and birdpaw

    Are you two good fighters? My clan is about to be attacked and if you helped us i would talk to your leader and make you warriors. If you want to help come to ipod touch first result and ask for sunstar. (Im sunstar leader of the clan thats getting attacked.)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 8, 2012

    Silvermoonstar to lilystar

    "Hey hey hey! Read my post in nxt result!!" She hugged lilystar.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 6, 2012

    The kit

    Fainted from pain she was healed but hurt

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 8, 2012

    Tearpaw

    Leave, then!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 6, 2012

    Gathering

    gathering at fortrees. Come now

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 6, 2012

    Hurt kit

    Mithos stop it I dont know dont try to get involved

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 7, 2012

    Conrad

    He rolled his eyes at the cats then leapt of the tree and faded into the fiery forest-

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 5, 2012

    skkit

    Yush?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 8, 2012

    Darkraven to Lilystar

    When can I have my warrior ceremony?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 8, 2012

    Stonedash

    Soooo can i join

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