The Beagle on the Moor: A Fangcrest Manor Story
“is he the reason why you dress like a chimney sweeper?” “seriously?” i stared at the strange beagle, who returned his distant, despondent gaze back at me.
Please don't ride this bus
He wondered what chimney sweepers did nowadays, since their line of work had long since died out. perhaps they all became bus drivers, and that's why they were always so disgruntled and smelly. that thought made him chuckle internally.
Special Anniversary Story #2 Come to Dust - Origins
"one of my first entries, back when i was a boy in london, before i even became a chimney sweeper." * * * "simon. simon... simon! boy, are you paying attention?" i raised my head just as a bit of chalk struck me square on the forehead.
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A chimney sweeper, probably not a day over ten. hesitantly, i turned to him. “uh…yes?” i asked, praying he’d leave without recognizing me.
Epilogue: Scale 1 - Genesis
No, you are not pullin' that fuckin' chimney sweeper shit with me!" "eyyyyya nowwwww cummon! cummon, yuzz knowit awroigh' soupercaleefragilistiexpeealidohcious?!"