1…2…3… Agree!

I mentioned in passing that, even though the human female has been stuffing her face with cherries these last few weeks, Sigyn and I haven’t found a twin cherry to have our annual cherry pull.

It’s been disappointing because it’s a serious tradition around here.  Sigyn usually wins.  We tied once, and once she let me win, but usually she ends up with the bigger piece of stem and gets her wish.  Good thing for her she’s so cute…

At last!  This particular bag of red cherries has a twin cherry waaay down at the bottom.

Are you ready, Sigyn?  I’m going to win this year, just so you know.

Ah.

My beautiful, my most beloved, my supremely excellent Sigyn has just had the most brilliant idea.  Why struggle–why compete–why strive and make wagers, when we could both just agree to wish for the same thing and have done?

3…2…1… WISH!

Got what we wanted!

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Just To Be Sure

I admit it:  I’m obsessing over our latest cherry-pull.  I won.   Or at least, I think I did.

Maybe I did?

I’m still not 100% sure Sigyn didn’t rig the whole thing.  What do you call that?  Reverse cheating?  Throwing the match?  Humoring me?

I think want a rematch.  And this time, no patty-fingers with the cherries beforehand, if you please!

Now we just have to see if there are any more twin cherries…   Sigyn, are there—

Oh!

Oh my…

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They’re Here! And I Demand A Rematch!

The rainy cherries are here.  That makes sense—we had about an inch last week.  As always, Sigyn is entranced by their beautiful red and yellow color scheme.

As always, the human female is stuffing her face like there is no tomorrow.

As always, I am wondering if I am ever going to win a cherry pull.

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