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So I won a replica helmet from the Tudors. A *life-sized* replica. *wince* It's cool, but I have no place for a big honking helmet right now and can't bring myself to sell it unless I'm desperate for cash (just got a job, so I'm not too worried). So, until we move, it's living in the closet with my mirror and the future Cam soda fridge.

The box, however, has made a wonderful toy for Frick and Frack, Kitty Gods of Mischief. Raven immediately jumped in and John is trying to get her out so he can play in it.

And now, they're both inside, looking puzzled.

Cats: Reminding you of priorities since the Pharaohs.

Short Story: December's Unicorn

( December and I were friends, once... )