saveourearth | Don't pet them, grab them! [Mingle]

Date: 25th of July
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I.

In the afternoon on the 25th, a network message alerts the Numbered to the fact that the petting zoo in Moss Manor's Menagerie is facing a major break-out: Someone has torn down the fences, and all the bunnies, sheep, and all the other animals typically found in petting zoos have decided to book it. They are now swarming the manor's grounds.

Due to the staff being nowhere near enough to catch them all, and due to the generally low threat level of the animals that escaped, visitors are asked to help catch them instead of being sent away.

And anyone who just happens to show up and help will be happily welcomed and included in the fort, without any question of who told them that help is needed.

II.

Afterwards, Lady Margaret Camilla Brassant invites everyone onto her patio and offers refreshments - tea, water, little sandwiches, cake and scones with clotted cream and jam. She retires quickly herself, but not before giving a brief speech thanking everyone who helped save the gardens from hungry mouths.

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Sadie lets out a sigh of relief when the dog leads her to the enclosure and she can hand the dwarf goat off to the harried looking staff, it had started trying to chew on her linen shirt collar about halfway through the walk and Sadie wanted to leave shirt intact.

Goat deposited she turns around and crouches down gesturing to the dog, "Thank you for your help, you're a very clever boy."

Of course he is a clever boy. He is, indeed, the cleverest boy out there.

And her beckoning can only mean one thing, he presumes: Congratulatory pets. There's absolutely no reason to refuse them, so he proudly walks over towards her.

Sadie laughs a little as the small dog walks over to her, pride clear in every tiny, adorable step and she can't help but coo as she finally gets to pet the Pomeranian's incredibly soft fur.

"Oh my you're so soft! What a wonderful clever, soft boy you are! Yes! Yes you are!" She gives him a good, thorough scratching as thanks, and searches for a collar as she does so.

There is, indeed, a collar. It even includes a phone number and an address - or rather, the words "Trattoria Tarabotti, Castle Street, Mossgate".

Chad only half notices her search, too pleased with the praise and scritches, his tail wagging at twenty miles an hour.

"Oh!" Sadie knows the restaurant, she's walked past it frequently but never gone inside. That might have to change now that she knows that such an adorable pupper lives there

She continues to administer her skilful scratches and pets. "We should get you back to your family doggo, we don't want someone mistaking you for a petting zoo animal do we boy?!"

He barks once, and then a few times more for good measure. Why would anyone mistake him for a petting zoo animal?

Plus he's pretty sure that he could find the person that he came here with again. ...Assuming they haven't left yet. In which case he'd absolutely be out of luck because he can impossibly walk that far back and not get lost.

Sadie giggles and leans forward to give the dog a kiss on top of his head, he really is adorable, and fluffy, and so small...

"Seeing as you're so clever can you lead me to your owners, they must be worried to have lost such a wonderful dog?" More scratches ensue. "You could get hurt by all the bigger animals and then I'd be sad!"

But he's helping! And he's not going to be hurt because he is much more intelligent and can recognize things as doors that they can't!

He barks in offence. Rude, he can totally help. (It would probably help his message if he didn't bark almost constantly no matter what the current mood is.)

Sadie scoops Channing up as the dog continues to yap away.

"Come on you, let's get you back to your family."

The yapping continues. He can help! He doesn't need to be carried! And besides, he can find his own way!

Sadie laughs as Chad continues to yap and boops his snoot before giving him a kiss on the head. Gosh, he was adorable.

"Home time for you!"

The yapping eventually alerts an Italian looking (and sounding - he has quite a strong accent) man who seems quite relieved to find the white fuzzball.

"I've been looking for him," he explains.

Chad is disappointed. This is not his favourite distant cousin. He puts him on a leash way too often.

Sadie smiles genially at Chad's owner. "He must have got mixed up with all the confusion. He ended up helping me collect an escaped goat."

She gives the top of Chad's head a kiss before handing back over. "He's very sweet, I'm glad I was able to find you."

"I'm sure he has." The looks a bit long-suffering, but nonetheless takes the dog from Sadie with a winning smile. "And I am just as glad you found me.

How are things going?" And when can he sneak away unnoticed...

Chad, meanwhile, doesn't respond much. He feels a bit dizzy, and... all-around weird. Sadie's kiss reminds him of something, and that something makes no sense at all. Why would he be all over the moon because a human kissed him on the mouth?

Sadie's smile turns sympathetic. Small dogs were generally quite a bit of a handful and very, very noisy...

"Its going well, lots of people have turned up to help. Speaking of which, I should probably get back and help some more."

She gives Chad one last pet, "Bye Chad, thank you for your help." With a nod at Chad's owner, she turns and goes to wade back into the animal filled fray.

Chad would have some response to that, probably, but right now he's surprisingly docile - surprising to the man holding him, anyway.

Well, he's not going to question his luck and just... find a place to sit down and rest for a moment.

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