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Yesterday, Bridgette made a snowman by the pond of the Cooper farm. Button eyes, scarf, carrot nose, branches for arms. Nothing terribly exciting about that.

Today, she's gotten tired of looking at it. She's outside, with a short sword in hand, glaring at the snowman intensely.

With a cry of  'en garde!'  she hacks at her snowman's lower torso. Marie, sitting a few feet from the snowman, watches with interest.

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"Cro." Nodnod. It helped! :D

"Bat crobat?" So now what?

[wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com]

There's a pause from Bridgette.

"Wanna play tag?"

Did she use her psychic senses to understand what Crobat was saying? Is it just a lucky guess? The world will never know.

[max-friendship.livejournal.com]

"Cro! Cro!" Flapflapflap!

It gently baps her head with one wing, and then is off!

...and a few moments later is off at a height that humans can actually reach, rather than about a hundred feet up.

Crobat is not always quick on the uptake, but it can figure out how to play fair eventually!

[wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com]

Frowny face.

"Hey! No fair! The person that calls the game gets to say who's it!"

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"baaat?" It hovers back over. Hey, she sounds like she knows what's going on.

[wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com]

Bridgette isn't used to getting her way so easily. She takes a moment to collect herself.

"Okay." Bridgette whirls around and runs away from Crobat.

"Now you're it!" she shouts.

[max-friendship.livejournal.com]

"Crobaaat!"

AND THE GAME IS ON.

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RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN....