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NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at Fedi @[email protected] · 2026-07-13 · 14:00 UTC

Charlotte’s Web Part 2

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#Wss366 lodge #ScribesAndMakers π11 It all started when…

I stopped and looked around. The only creature visible was the pig, so I asked, “Did you speak, Mr. Pig?”

“I did. I am Napoleon, president of the great farm. And you, young lady, were about to destroy the fine work of my Minister of Education, Miss Charlotte.”

“I don’t see Miss Charlotte’s work, Comrade Napoleon.” I figured from what I had seen that the title would endear me to the swine.

“It’s ‘Your Excellency.’ Some animals are created more equal than others, and I am one such. And if you just look beyond your nose, you will see the fine tapestry, woven by Minister Charlotte.”

Now that I looked, there was a spider’s web that I had been about to brush aside. “That is indeed a fine web, Your Excellency. It even has writing in it: ‘Alternate Facts are True Facts.’ That is an interesting statement.”

“Indeed, and yesterday it read, ‘Rage is Freedom.’ That was something I said in a speech.”

I nodded. I didn’t understand how that worked, but I wouldn’t openly disagree. Instead, I brought up my reason for visiting. “The sign says I can get food and lodging here. Is that true?”

“Are you an ambassador from one of the local farms?”

“No, I’m just a wanderer.”

“Then we can #lodge you in the North Pasture and provide a bucket of raw oats and hay.”

“Oats and hay?” I asked incredulously.

“All animals are created equal, and if oats and hay are good enough for the donkey, they are good enough for you.”

“Perhaps you might find something better. Maybe bread? I am not used to oats and hay.”

“I see the minister has woven you an answer.”

When I looked, the web had changed. An enormous spider sat in its middle; around it was spelled out: “Half the oats at half the quality is good economics.”

What kind of warped reasoning was that, I wondered?

“I will have the dogs show you the way,” Napoleon said. He waved, and a pack of dogs came from a nearby thicket.

“Oh, dear!” I exclaimed. “I forgot I’m expected down the road a way this evening. I’m so sorry to have bothered you, Your Excellency.” The dogs looked fierce and were giving me the evil eye. Besides, who had ever heard of feeding guests raw oats and bedding them in a pasture?

There was a swine-like grunt, which I took for a farewell, and I hastily retired. After all, “Retreat is the highest form of bravery.”

[FINIS]

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NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at Fedi @[email protected] · 2026-07-13 · 14:00 UTC

Charlotte’s Web Part 2

#Fanfic #WanderingWitch #CharlottesWeb #AnimalFarm
#Wss366 lodge #ScribesAndMakers π11 It all started when…

I stopped and looked around. The only creature visible was the pig, so I asked, “Did you speak, Mr. Pig?”

“I did. I am Napoleon, president of the great farm. And you, young lady, were about to destroy the fine work of my Minister of Education, Miss Charlotte.”

“I don’t see Miss Charlotte’s work, Comrade Napoleon.” I figured from what I had seen that the title would endear me to the swine.

“It’s ‘Your Excellency.’ Some animals are created more equal than others, and I am one such. And if you just look beyond your nose, you will see the fine tapestry, woven by Minister Charlotte.”

Now that I looked, there was a spider’s web that I had been about to brush aside. “That is indeed a fine web, Your Excellency. It even has writing in it: ‘Alternate Facts are True Facts.’ That is an interesting statement.”

“Indeed, and yesterday it read, ‘Rage is Freedom.’ That was something I said in a speech.”

I nodded. I didn’t understand how that worked, but I wouldn’t openly disagree. Instead, I brought up my reason for visiting. “The sign says I can get food and lodging here. Is that true?”

“Are you an ambassador from one of the local farms?”

“No, I’m just a wanderer.”

“Then we can #lodge you in the North Pasture and provide a bucket of raw oats and hay.”

“Oats and hay?” I asked incredulously.

“All animals are created equal, and if oats and hay are good enough for the donkey, they are good enough for you.”

“Perhaps you might find something better. Maybe bread? I am not used to oats and hay.”

“I see the minister has woven you an answer.”

When I looked, the web had changed. An enormous spider sat in its middle; around it was spelled out: “Half the oats at half the quality is good economics.”

What kind of warped reasoning was that, I wondered?

“I will have the dogs show you the way,” Napoleon said. He waved, and a pack of dogs came from a nearby thicket.

“Oh, dear!” I exclaimed. “I forgot I’m expected down the road a way this evening. I’m so sorry to have bothered you, Your Excellency.” The dogs looked fierce and were giving me the evil eye. Besides, who had ever heard of feeding guests raw oats and bedding them in a pasture?

There was a swine-like grunt, which I took for a farewell, and I hastily retired. After all, “Retreat is the highest form of bravery.”

[FINIS]

#TootFic #MicroFiction #Mythpunk #NMFic

#fanfic #charlottesweb #animalfarm #wss366 #scribesandmakers #lodge

NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at Fedi @[email protected] · 2026-07-11 · 14:06 UTC

Charlotte’s Web Part 1

#Fanfic #WanderingWitch #CharlottesWeb #AnimalFarm
#Wss366 Sty #ScribesAndMakers π11 It all started when...

It all started when the witch got lost. The country she was going to wasn’t supposed to be far, yet the sun was nearing the horizon, and the only signs of civilization were neat country farms. Hunger gripped her belly, and she descended from the sky to view the signs posted outside the farmhouses.

Brushing her long, ashen hair away from her amethyst eyes, she read a small sign next to a farm gate: “Eggs.”

Eggs would be fine if she could cook them, but that seemed unlikely at the moment. What she wanted was bread and a place to sleep. A hay loft would do, but a proper bed would be better. Her pointy hat, long black robe, and the witch’s star brooch often impressed country folk, and she could trade fortunetelling for a meal and bed. The announcement that they would have a two-headed chicken in the spring or that their ewe would twin usually clinched the deal.

Who, you might ask, is this clever lady? It is, of course, I, Elaina the Ashen Witch.

There was no help for it; eggs were out, so I continued on my way.

The next farm had a sign next to a stile. Beyond was a #sty with an enormous, fat pig that examined me closely. Still further away, I saw a collapsed windmill and a barn with the words “All Animals are Equal” written on the side. An odd slogan for a farm, I thought.

What interested me most was the sign, though, and after a bit of puzzling over the poor spelling and odd writing, I made out what it said: “Fod and Ladging fer all COMERADES.” I was unsure if I were a comerade or even a comrade, but given the late hour, it was worth a try. I could definitely use “fod” and “ladging.”

“Hold there, comrade,” came a voice as I mounted the stile, “can’t you see the marquee?”

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