Chapter 3 - The Perfect Picnic
The picnic basket was balanced on dash's back, held by the joints of her wings as rarity's horn sparked into life.
Springtime Shaman
What he hands lezlo is a hand woven basket done in the recognizable style of his tribe.
Part 1: The Naming Ceremony
There wasn't fire in just the campfires or on the torches, but on all the reed awnings and baskets. the hatchling tried to call out for his egg-sires, but his voice croaked.
Possessive Tendencies
You ask while retrieving another breadstick from the basket \>”she called you sugar.” she says flatly \>”huh?” \>”our waitress. she called you sugar.”
Zero Point: Chapter 7- The Spirit World
I will hide in one of these baskets, and shall move all of them. if you succeed in finding me three times... i will allow you to escort me to the palace altar. if you fail... you shall not. are you prepared?"
Elizabeth's Tale --- A Thirst For Freedom (Chapter 1)
After finishing three baskets of laundry, i sneak into the kitchen and grab a few carrots sticks before i attire into my sleeping area.
MHO - The Cult of the Crimson Isles - Chapter 15
Hoku set her basket down. "you can divide your things up in the baskets here, as long as you don't mind carrying mine so i can focus on the water." "sure thing. thanks."
Crumbled Crane
"you should get plenty of rest, rava," my voice carrying worry as i set the basket on the counter, "you'll need all your strength when you gift us with more little ones."
There's A New Horse In Town. "Let's Do Lunch, Pt. 2"
Kimi held the large basket up, showing the checked sheet but nothing of the basket's contents. claymore huffed, shaking his head. "share with the ants, huh?
In The Doghouse: Chapter Eight
She placed it in her shopping basket and moved on. another one caught her eye, and she picked it up - two turtle doves on an olive branch, nestled together in a loving embrace. that one joined santa and his hot rod in the basket.
Eggceptional Vacation Getaway: Miken
The basket he was in appeared to be attached to the front of a bike. and sitting on the seat of that bike was a human boy dressed in a vest, shorts and a hat. the boy was staring at him with mouth agape.
Prologue
The basket was too small for any other dangerous creature sage could imagine—and her imagination was vast. “hello?" she called. the basket was small enough for a mouse. perhaps a prisoner left to the elements.