Post by Lin on Mar 4, 2009 13:39:50 GMT -5
"'Do the wash, Lin. Feed the guests, Lin. More hot water, Lin! More bubbles, Lin! Clean the steps, Lin! Take this tray, Lin! Slop the pigs, Lin!'" The woman's mocking words could be heard from far away, immitating Yu-Baaba, voice overly high and screechy. She scowled as she toted the bucket of general nastiness she was supposed to feed to the animals.
"What does she think I am, her slave? I work at the bath-house by choice!" Well, it wasn't entirely true. But she could keep thinking that, couldn't she?
"Ugh. I. Hate. Pigs." The orange-clad woman had an orange bandanna holding back her long brown hair, and she was careful not to spill anything from the bucket she was dragging, which came up nearly to her knees, it was so large. She let out an exasperated breath as she approached the pig-pen. Almost there. The stench, mixed of pigs and the bucket she was dragging, was overwhelming. She paused to pull a clothes pin from her pocket and, scrunching up her nose, pinned it closed. "Dere. Now I bi-ght sou' funny, bud a' leas I can'd smell de pigs." She said, talking to herself again.
"What does she think I am, her slave? I work at the bath-house by choice!" Well, it wasn't entirely true. But she could keep thinking that, couldn't she?
"Ugh. I. Hate. Pigs." The orange-clad woman had an orange bandanna holding back her long brown hair, and she was careful not to spill anything from the bucket she was dragging, which came up nearly to her knees, it was so large. She let out an exasperated breath as she approached the pig-pen. Almost there. The stench, mixed of pigs and the bucket she was dragging, was overwhelming. She paused to pull a clothes pin from her pocket and, scrunching up her nose, pinned it closed. "Dere. Now I bi-ght sou' funny, bud a' leas I can'd smell de pigs." She said, talking to herself again.
