A Quiver Of Déjà Vu


“Now just relax and breathe deeply. That’s it.”

Dark brown eyes lazily closed, mind and body succumbing to the effects of the opiate anesthetic mist steadily streaming into the miniscule mask. A soft sigh signaled the surrounding seraphs that the tonic had indeed performed its duty.

“She’s off to dreamland,” pronounced a perky assistant, adjusting a mask over her smile. “You can go now. She’ll be fine.”

“Sweet dreams, chérie.” The curly haired cupid released her friend’s hand and fluttered to her feet. “I will be back in one hour. You take good care of her, oui?”

“Oui will," a handsome young cupid chuckled. "Get it? Oui..we..." The frowning silence that replied shifted him back to business mode. "She won't feel a thing," he assured, smartly snapping his drill together. “Chocolate will be her friend again in no time.”

YAY!!!! A Jill Cupid story!!!!!

And who's the handsome young cupid making bad jokes?


Grace, did you eat too much chocolate????

Jill's back with her seraphs. I'll be sure to buckle myself into my chair so I don't fall out from laughing so hard!

Lynn

Jill's cherubs are back!

Kim

Jill, this is a real treat!! Life is always more fun when Jill's cherubs appear!!!

Joy

I'm looking forward to the Cherub's new adventures!

Sairs

Oh, Jill, you have made my day!!!

Woohoo! The Cherubs are back! Just what the doctor ordered!

Have to say, though... scary beginning... chocolate being unfriendly...

I burst out laughing just reading your title! I see you are bent on moralistic tale warning us of the grave dangers of too much chocolate.... I'm shaking already and not from the cold!

kav

Glad you are all ready for this. Don't know if I am or not, but it sounded like too much fun to resist.

Prelude
“Now just relax and breathe deeply. That’s it.”

Dark brown eyes lazily closed, mind and body succumbing to the effects of the opiate anesthetic mist, steadily streaming into the miniscule mask. A soft sigh signaled the surrounding seraphs that the tonic had indeed performed its duty.

“She’s off to dreamland,” pronounced a perky assistant, adjusting a mask over her smile. “You can go now. She’ll be fine.”

“Sweet dreams, chérie.” The curly haired cupid released her friend’s hand and fluttered to her feet. “I will be back in one hour. You take good care of her, oui?”

“Oui will," a handsome young cupid chuckled. "Get it? Oui..we..." The frowning silence that replied shifted him back to business mode. "She won't feel a thing," he assured, smartly snapping his drill together. “Chocolate will be her friend again in no time.”


“Rank amateurs,” Charlene Cherub scoffed petulantly at the odd assortment of pathetically over eager recruits gathered in front of her. “Not one of you with any kind of experience?” she asked hopefully, but wasn’t surprised at the collective shaking of heads.

Charlene? In my dream? Grace felt her eyes roll beneath her heavy lids. I suppose there’s nothing I can do about it, either.

“We’ve written romance stories, though,” one told her happily.

Yep. Marene’s written lots of them. Too many to count.

“With difficult characters who required a lot of handling,” agreed another.

Yes, but that’s why you’re the diplomat you are, Pammie.

“And we always write them happily ever after,” added a third encouragingly.

True, true, although you do have a lot of angst in there, Trecey.

“Please, cherubs, work with me here. This is the real world. Real people, not some two-dimensional characters you commandeer on paper. You can’t just erase a bad scene, delete a subversive sub-plot. You have to deal with the hand St. Valentine gives you and roll with the punches, come back kicking and fighting…” Charlene broke off her boxing jabs and stared at the bewildered cherubs in training before her. She shook her head at their undisguised enthusiasm. It went in their favour she supposed. There was plenty of time for them to become cynical on the job. She pushed past her reservations and leveled them with a stern, commanding look. After all, who was she to question the powers that be?

“Right – fall in then, look sharp. We haven’t got all day. We’ve a battle to fight – a war to win…”

Yada yada yada……..get on with it, girl. If I have to dream this dream, at least let us get to the good parts before they wake me up!

“I thought this operation was all about love?” piped up one adventurous cherub, batting her eyelashes in obvious confusion.

No, Gabby. This operation’s called a root canal.

Charlene sighed. “Well, of course it is – that’s what St. Valentine’s all about.”

“Then what war are we fighting?” another brave cherub asked in confusion. “War isn’t about love.”

“Don’t be so sure about that,” Charlene corrected with a heavy sigh. Yep, definitely rank amateurs every last one – fresh out of the Academy of Love and apparently not a bright light in the bunch. “What are we fighting? Despondency, apathy, fear, failure, insecurity…the list goes on. Those are the reasons that many humans fight against the strongest emotion of all…love.”

“Fighting against love – not for it?” a shudder of horror traveled through the little group.

“Incomprehensible, I know, but humans are finicky creatures at the best of time. Throw in some of the obstacles I just mentioned and they can quickly get mired in a morose marsh of inactivity. Take this couple here…” Charlene drew an arrow out of the quiver on her back and shot it expertly at a fluffy white cloud that immediately shape-shifted into wide-screen TV. Impressed murmurs carried around the young trainees as they looked curiously at the humans working in some kind of office environment.

I wonder if there’s a fast forward on that somewhere. Hmmm. Is that thing plasma or High Def?

“There. You see those two?” another arrow delicately shot from Charlene’s bow pointed out a blonde haired woman and a dark haired man. “Sue Thomas and Jack Hudson. Three years in love and nary a kiss!”

Startled gasps flittered among the recruits. “With their hearts as our targets, this will be our finest battle. We must war against every single obstacle I mentioned before and the biggest one of all. Company politics. This isn’t going to be an easy task which is why there are so many of you, though I had hoped for some seasoned warriors…”

We’re seasoned enough….sugar, spice, everything nice.

The cherubs looked on in horror as a thick gray mass began accumulating around the couple.

“Look, it’s sticking!” one cherub called in repulsion.

“If it gets any thicker, our arrows aren’t going to be able to penetrate it and they’ll never reach their targets!” exclaimed another.

That’s an understatement.

“Good. I’m glad you understand the severity of the situation. At least they’re teaching you something useful at the academy,” Charlene said with evident relief. “I hope you are all good markswomen, because we won’t get a chance like this again. By Valentine’s Day next year, it will be too late and Jack and Sue will be lost in an abyss of darkness forever separating them. It is our job to bring this couple into the light of love.”

“What about the others?” a particularly romantic cherub asked.

“Bobby Manning and Tara Williams. Might be something there – but it’s in the early stages yet – we’re only allowed a gentle prod to see if the sparkle will turn into a sizzle. Dimitrius Gans, now there’s a success story. Happily married to the love of his life. I shot that arrow myself fifteen years ago,” Charlene added modestly. “And then we have Myles Leland III and Lucy Dotson…” she broke off, shaking her head sadly. “I’m afraid that’s one battle we lost. Still there’s no reason they shouldn’t find happiness with someone else.”

Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.“

So, our primary targets are Sue Thomas and Jack Hudson?”

“Affirmative – secondary fall out amongst the others is inevitable and may prove interesting, even enlightening, but stick to our targets, ladies.” Charlene began handing out quivers of arrows. “Handle these with care. You’ll only get one shot with each.” She picked up a pink-feathered arrow. “Romance – an important element in the human relationship. There can never be too much of this – so the point is sharpened to pierce deep and true.”

She plucked out a purple arrow next. “Respect – no relationship can last without it and since we want this particular relationship to be lasting, I suggest you make sure this one is firmly imbedded as close to the heart as you can manage.”

Next she drew their attention to a cheerfully festooned orange and yellow arrow. “Laughter – as necessary an ingredient as love to any relationship. This little baby will fly light and true, making our intended couple happy and carefree. I would suggest beginning your campaign with this one.”

Next she drew out a richly feathered red arrow. “Lust” she declared, “use sparingly and be sure to pierce only the fleshy parts. An invaluable commodity used to demonstrate love, it should never rule it.”

“Now last of all, we have Love.” Charlene held the golden arrow reverently, her eyes alight with excitement. “This little beauty must be weighed and measured and expertly wielded at just the right time or…” Her lips tightened and bright red splotches of colour appeared on her cherubic cheeks. “It doesn’t bear thinking about. Accuracy. That’s what I want to see from you ladies. Understood?”


“Yes m’am,” energetic and enthusiastic replies echoed across the horizon.

“Right. Then get on with it. I suggest you start off with a simple reconnoitering mission. Off you go.”

She’s gonna want to eat those words. Oh well. Here’s hopin’ it goes smoother the second time around.

In a flurry of wings and stray feathers and sparkly loop de loops, the newest cherubs hurled earthbound. No one was ever clear how it happened. Someone pulled up too abruptly over the bullpen perhaps. Someone else might have jigged instead of jagged. Or several inexperienced cherubs might well have been feathergating. In any case, whatever the reason, the results were still disastrous. There was a pile up and several quivers full of promise upended prematurely, heading haphazardly for the unsuspecting humans below.


“Oh no! Quick, after them!” With wings flattened tightly against chubby cherub bodies, the tiny band dove after the tumbling arrows, grasping at feathered ends and sleek shafts in an attempt to stop their weapons before they could land unguided amongst the innocent humans below. Pulling up at the last possible minute, they watched helplessly as the majority of the arrows continued to plunge downwards, for even as quickly as they had reacted to the devastating collision that had caused the unceremonious dumping of precious potent projectiles, the cherubs’ efforts yielded only a smattering of the arsenal they had once had in their possessions.

“Oops!” A giggle wiggled its way from the closest cherub, as she attempted to cover it with her pudgy hand.

“That went right down the drain,” drawled another. Pushing her glasses back into place, the cherub with tousled brown curls sidled up next to the other, giggling in the same fashion.

“Wait a minute! That’s not how it goes! Marene, what happened to your French accent? When did you get a Texas drawl? Gabby, you’re supposed to be miffed and fly down there to get the arrows.” Grace turned and faced the remaining cherubs, studying them closely. “I’m supposed to hyperventilate and Pammie, when you aren’t baking you take charge. Trecey….” Grace stopped, staring at the startled expressions staring right back. “Let me guess," she groaned. "Trecey, I’m gonna bet you don’t even know what a 2X4 is.” She turned to peer over the cloud, helplessly watching the fallout below. “That dentist better work fast or this is gonna be a looonnnggg dream.”

Rewriting cherub history... this is going to be a wild ride!



That may be a problem for Grace... but I for one am pretty happy about it!

Oh, my gosh you aren't kidding!

Wow!!!

Poor Grace, she's having a nightmare on the dentist chair ARGH!!!!!!!!

Woo-hoo! Jill, have I told you how much I love your cherub stories? I haven't? Well, I'm going to start now. I love them this much!

And this is going to be quite an adventure... er... dream?

only you could think of messing with our heads by messing with our fav cherubs' heads. I have a feeling this is going to be one confusing ride.
kav

I have to admit I am sorely lacking in the understanding of things not of this world, cupids being one of them. I started to read this post last night and my brain had to work so hard to try and understand the first part that I finally gave up and went

This morning, with trepidation, I began rereading this post and the light bulb went off! I understood Grace was dreaming and interjecting her own thoughts as the anesthetic took effect. Wow! I expected my brain to have to work much harder, so by the time I reached the point where I left off last night I was

and eager to see where all those arrows fell!

But, of course, that part wouldn't be here....you're going to take the rest of the story for us to find that out, aren't you?

I want more...I need more...I CRAVE more...soon?

Lynn

Jill, I was reading along, wonderful memories popping up in my mind, wondering when you would veer off into a new direction!! It almost caught me by surprise, and I can't wait to see what else happens in Grace's dream!! Your cherubs are always such fun!!!

Joy

“Now Gracie, dear. Why work yourself into a tizzy? I’m sure Charlene will understand. We’ll just fly on back there and ask her for more arrows. No harm, no foul.” Gabby put her arm around the chestnut-haired cherub and turned her away from the edge of the cloud.

“No harm, no foul,” echoed Pammie cheerfully. “As far as I see it, even though it was a bad bunt, we’re safe at first.”

Gracie blinked her eyes in confusion. “Safe at first? You’re talking baseball instead of turkey? Or duck? No harm, no fowl. Fowl. F-O-W-L. Fowl!” She fluttered around her fairy friend and began to dig through the crimson quiver. “I can’t believe this. There has to be something left of the Pammie I know. Where’s your spatula…or mixing bowl? You’ve got to at least have some brownies in there!” She twisted the velvet vessel, upending Pammie in the process, and began to shake the two with all of her might, growling her frustration through gritted teeth. “They’ve got to be here somewhere!”

“Whoa doggie! Git ahold o’yourself there, Gracie girl. I think ya got yur spurs all tangled up!”

“Marene’s right! Yer really confused! Pammie can’t cook any more than…well, than any of us!” Gabby shook her head slowly, a soft tsk clicking behind her partially pursed lips. “She tried making me my favorite Tater Tot hot dish for my birthday and…. well, we won’t go there.”

“Maybe she needs to meditate for a minute…clear her brain. With me, Gracie….take a deep cleansing breath….”

“Uf-dah. Now yer talkin’, Trecey. Great idea. We’ll all join in.” Gabby grabbed a cloud cushion and plopped her plump posterior in place. Inhaling deeply, she held it for a moment and then slowly began to exhale. “Come on, Gracie. Give it a try. Take a deep breath…”

“Deep breath, nothin’! That’s what got me here in the first place! That dentist with his ‘breathe deeply’….” Stopping her at mid-sentence, six sets of eyes stared sternly, silently demanding compliance. Stifling a primal scream, Grace closed her eyes, took a half-hearted breath and attempted to gather her senses. Repeat after me…It’s all a dream. It’s just a dream…a really, really weird dream.

And I just have the feeling that it's going to end up to be a terrible nightmare by the end.

I love the cherubs. So glad we're revisiting them.

Poor Gracie --- but lucky us. This is going to be a wild ride for sure.

Poor Gracie... she'll never go to the dentist again

Oh Jill - would it frighten you if I said I could actually see this in my head. I'm going to use this vision the next time I go to the dentist (March 13) and see if it doesn't improve my attitude!

Those anaesthetics sure do have some strange effects...



And the thought of a non-baking Pammie... scary!

More soon, please!

Oh man, the world would NEVER be the same!!!

Jill, you've got me Just when we think the cherubs can't possibly get any better to read about... you show up with another brilliant stroke of the pen! I am loving this!

A Pammie who doesn't bake?? Who ever heard of such a thing???

Joy

IF none of them can bake, whose going to give them their chocolate fix? Can you imagine those cherubs without chocolate in their systems?


kav

Only a dream huh??
Wow...such a dream...can't wait for more ;0)
Josy

Sorry about the delay. Sometimes life....well...you know.
Portions in red are from A Quiver of Love




“Flossy, hand me that mask. I think she’s not under far enough." The dashing Dr. Dentyne shut off his drill and set it aside. “Between the mumbling and her head tossing, I’d say she’s in dreamland, but barely.”

“Well you definitely don’t want her waking up in the middle of this,” Flossy agreed, turning the red knob to the right, releasing vapors through the tube. “That would be pretty ugly.”

“There you go, Gracie,” he murmured, holding the mask tightly to her face. “Off to a deeper dreamland.” He smiled as his patient slumped further into the red patent-leather chair. “Back to work. Drill.”

*************************************************************
For being the second week of February, it had been rather cold and bleak both inside and out, as far as Sue Thomas was concerned. Always an optimist, she looked forward to the return of sunny days and warmer weather...not that DC was exactly warm in February, but the days grew longer, the sun warmer, the rainy/snowy days decreased, and love...

“Pfftt.”

“Excuse me?” Lucy looked up in surprise at Sue disdainfully dropping a box of Valentine’s decorations on her already laden desk. Tucking in her chin and raising her eyebrows, Lucy’s mouth turned down in a frown as she studied her friend.

“I’m sorry, Luce. But I think I’ve had it. So pfftt on love. You can have these.”

“You sound more like Randy Pitts than Sue Thomas,” Lucy scolded, picking up the box and setting it on the floor. “Speak of the devil...”

Walking crisply into the office, the trim man made a beeline for Lucy, choosing to ignore the sighs of relief coming from behind each desk that he passed. “Ms. Dotson, a word with you, please.” He snapped his feet together in military fashion, his posture as ramrod as a soldier’s.

Lucy rolled her eyes and swiveled in her chair to face the stern features staring down at her. Batting her eyes to show her irritation, she followed with a smile that oozed with sardonic displeasure. “Yes, Randy. What can I do for you?”

“Red is not the appropriate color in which to address this form!” He paused, his eyes roving over the suddenly desirous curves of Lucy’s lithe body. “What I mean to say is that the manner in which your form is addressed is not to my liking...I prefer you-it to be in blue, a much more appealing—I mean appropriate, color. And I’d like to see you on my desk, I mean at my desk... with it, as soon as possible. Good day, Miss Dotson.” Blinking rapidly, as if in disbelief that those words had come from him, Randy executed a perfect about-turn and marched out of the room.

“Did I just read what I thought I just read?” Sue’s eyes were wide with horror. “Was he coming on to you?”

Lucy stared back at her roommate, the exact same expression on her face. “I don’t know...but it sure seemed like it. Whatever’s in his coffee, I hope it’s not in ours!” she shuddered, picking up the rejected forms. “Anyone have a pen?”

"Yehaw! We've got our first romance and we didn't even have to hog-tie anyone!" Marene slapped her chubby thigh in celebration before letting loose with another ear-piercing "Yeeehaw!"

"Ya...sure, you betcha," giggled Gabby, hanging herself over the edge of the cloud. "Looks like maybe that Randy fellow got hit with an arrow."

"Prolly in the tushie," murmured Grace, shaking her head slowly. "I'm feeling a little fogged in. Anyone else feel funny?"

"Prolly? You mean probably, don't you?" Trecey turned from eyeing the situation below and studied her friend. "You feeling all right?"

Pammie's palm pressed against Grace's forehead, feeling for a fever. "She's a bit warm. Maybe you'd better sit out this inning, Grace. We'll head on down there...take a lap around the field and check things out. We'll meet you back at the dugout."
Without waiting for an answer, the pint-sized pixie hurdled toward earth.

"Wait....you have to shoot...you have to...." Grace scratched her head in confusion. "It was right there....We need to....Last time we...."

"Now don't get yourself in such a dither. We'll just be a minute. A few pokes with a few arrows and Charlene will be as pleased as punch,” Gabby assured her. “You just rest.”

As the winged warriors left the cloud one by one, Grace struggled back to her feet. “Purple. Shoot him with the purple one….or was it pink?” She shook her head again, determined to clear her mind. “Got to catch up…” she moaned, manually pulling her wings to a full spread. “Or it will all go wrong.”

Oh Gracie What kind of vapor are they giving you?


Yeeehaw????

These muddled and meddlesome morphed cherubs are making me dizzy!

kav

Oh man, this is just too funny for words!

ROFL!!! I'm with Janet...WAYY too funny for words!! *goes back to re-read*

“Batter UP!” chuckled Pammie, pulling a perfect plumed shaft from her quiver.

“What color ya got there and who’re ya aimin’ at?” Gabby perched on a fern frond, studying the mayhem in the bullpen. “Between the golden beast, Tara and Bobby wrestling on the floor or Jack and Sue with their sour looks….”

“Those two are either constipated or need to spend an hour in the lotus position,” Trecey sighed. “No one should be that unhappy. If they only were to get in touch with their inner selves…”

A cacophonous crash and tumble of crimson and wings stopped her in mid-sentence.

“Jumpin’ Jehosaphat! What in tarnation…..” Marene rushed to the crumpled cupid and pulled her to safety behind the potted plant. “Grace!” She sharply shook the semi-conscious seraph by the shoulders, while the others gathered around. “You okay?”

“Yah.” Wriggling free from the iron grasp, Grace shakily worked her way to her feet, using an overhanging stem to help her balance.

“When we get back, remind me to give you sliding lessons. You could break a leg landing like that.” Pammie picked up her discarded bow and began to sift through her quiver.

“The arrows. We need to do something with the arrows….think, think, think….”

“Do you know what you’re doing to your forehead when you wrinkle it like that?” Disappointed, Trecey shook her head. “After all I’ve taught you? Come on Grace, relax. Breathe. Let your thoughts float through your mind like butterflies on a gentle breeze. Feel the tension slide off your fingertips like dew from a leaf in the early morning sunlight.”

Feigning serenity on the outside, Grace’s mind waged battle with her inner fog, now thicker than the gray mist swirling around the bullpen. Visions of whoopee cushions, pink water, a purple elevator, and drool from a leering office manager swirled behind closed eyes. “We need to split up…split the arrows and …”

“Great idea, Grace. I call Captain of the Red team. I’ll take Trecey.” Pam pulled the tall pixie to her side of the potted plant. “Your turn.”

“Umm….Marene, I guess,” she answered, cautiously, one eye on Gabby, who stood sifting her toe through a smattering of dirt dislodged during Grace’s head-first landing.

“Gabby, you’re with us,” Pammie chirped, pulling the cupid by the hand.

“I’m always picked last,” Gabby sighed, following her team into a huddle.

“But you’ve got a heart of gold,” Grace called out, wondering from where that thought came. “She’s never been in a gutter, has she?” she whispered to Marene, pulling her arrows from her friends quiver. “Do we ever keep anything else in here besides arrows?”

“Not good for much other than arrows…unless you fashion to take a horny toad with ya,” chuckled the cowgirl cupid. “Now, lets divvy up them arrows and hit the trail.”

Poor Gabby...


What are they going to come up with????

aah! Everything's a-jumble! I hope it straightened out soon!

My head is swimming at the thought of a jumpled cupid pile up! And I'm not so sure they've sorted themselves out yet.

kav

I just lvoe this!

Grace really isn't having a good day, is she...

I had a sudden thought while re-reading the last couple of posts... I think this delusional state is caused by lack of chocolate - I mean, with dental problems her blood-chocolate level has to be really low, right...

Oh my words!! Those little cherubs are so funny!!

This one, I have to totally agree!!!

Our team can be funny even without cherubs - add cherubs and you have instant hilarity!!!

Poor Gracie - they've given her so much of that stuff that she's even addled in her dreams!!!

Joy

All the baseball references reminded me that the cold and wind will end soon (and we aren't even that cold compared to the rest of you). Thanks for brightening my day Jill! I'm making cupcakes for the 4th grade Valentine party - I will send some your way (chocolate with cream filling)!

Poor Grace. This has all gotta be so confusing for her, but that's what makes it so darn funny for the rest of us!

“Two yellow and orange Laughters….no three. I spy one behind the water cooler. Marene, d’ya think you could take and get that one?”

“Quicker than two shakes of a ….” Marene hovered for a moment, glancing back at Gabby. “ ‘Take and get?’ Who learned you to talk like that?” Without waiting for a reply, she skirted toward the wayward arrow.

“Four respect…..” Gabby continued, laying the purple projectiles next to each other. “Three pink….Romance, wasn’t it?”

“Uh-huh,” Grace nodded. “Red is Lust and Pink is Romance.”

“We’re a little short on the Lust side…only have two of those.” Trecey double checked her quiver just to be certain.

“And only one of these.” Pammie gently passed the Golden Arrow of True Love toward the taller cherub.

“We’ll just have to make do,” Grace sighed, gently rubbing her stomach. “Is anyone else hungry or is it just me?”

“Gotcha!”

Four cherubic heads snapped in the direction of the exclamation of claim. Lasso of red in hand, Marene triumphantly held the Arrow of Laughter high above her head as she zipped back across the room.

“Look ou…” Grace’s warning drowned in a jangle of shrieks and snapping teeth. “I can’t look,” she cried instantaneously, covering her face with her wings.

“Ride’em cowgirl!” cheered Pammie, never one to turn away from anything. “You go girl!”

“Seems all that yoga has really helped with her balance,” Trecey mused, watching with one eyebrow slightly raised as Marene twisted her fists tighter into the dancing dog’s golden fur. “How long does she have to stay on?”

“Something like eight seconds…or was it eighteen?” Gabby shrugged. “Can’t say that I remember.”

“Prolly til he stops. She’s between his ears, so he can’t get her.” Grace straightened her slightly mangled wing and watched with interest.

“It’s ‘probably’, Grace.” Trecey shook her head in disbelief that her friend still hadn’t figured that out and flew towards Levi and Marene. “Try singing to him. Music soothes the savage beast, you know.”

Marene gave a hearty yell and pummeled the golden’s head with her tiny heels. “I reckon Git Along Little Doggie won’t do much soothin’. Neither would yodelin’…and…”

“Levi!”

Sue’s crisp command stopped her canine companion in his tracks. With head lowered in an “I’m guilty but it’s not my fault” droop, he quietly padded back to his position under her desk, giving his entire body a final shake to assure himself that his tormentor had indeed fled.

“What got into him,” chuckled Jack, surprising himself with his sudden lighthearted mood, especially since he had just chewed out the rest of his team, minus Sue, for their revelry. “You were just having fun, weren’t you buddy?”

“Guess we know where Marene’s arrow ended up,” giggled Gabby, gaily fluttering by Jack’s desk. “He’s kind of cute, isn’t he? Especially when he smiles like that.”

“That’s a good thing, I think….” Grace spoke the words more to herself than to the others. “Good that he got an Arrow of Laughter….not good that he’s cute. I mean, yes, he’s cute…” She sighed and shook her head. “Do we have a plan?” She looked towards Pammie and waited, expectantly.

“Runner on first….batter fakes the bunt and blocks the catcher’s eye while the runner steals second.”

“For the arrows…for the assignment…for stopping this…STUFF!!!” Grace took a swing at the swirls of gray, barely containing her building frustration.

“Breathe, Grace. Hold it. Let it out slowly. Picture a cool stream running through a green meadow. Bunnies are hopping…”

“Yea, yea. I’ve got it.” The chestnut haired cherub blew a blast of breath through her bangs. “Marene, you’re with me. We need to find Lucy and Randy. Something tells me they need us. The rest of you, see what you can do about Jack and Sue before this fog gets any thicker.”

I just love the dream



I need to remember to breathe too!!!

That was totally hysterical until we got to the Lucy and Randy part and now it's just.....scary!

kav

Lucy and... Randy!?!

After that shock... I need chocolate!

As for the Levi rodeo... oh, Jill - how could you!

Loving every second of this... more soon... pleeeaaase?

Lucy and Randy...did I read right??
Oh Jill! Your cherugs are so hysterical!!!
Josy

Lucy and Randy? Can I just say EWWWW?!

And poor Levi. He got repremanded for something that wasn't even his fault. Good thing he's got Jack on his side.