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[The PCD catches Break singing has he manages the dishes.]

Twelve for the twelve Apostles
Eleven for the eleven who went to heaven,
Ten for the ten commandments,
Nine for the nine bright shiners,
Eight for the April Rainers,
Seven for the seven stars in the sky,

[Up to his elbows in soap, voice pleasant, but wheezy.]

Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door,
Four for the Gospel makers,
Three, three, the rivals,
Two, two, the lily-white boys,
Clothèd all in green, O and
One is one and all alone
And evermore shall be so!

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Ah-

[Looking towards the nest as his head tilts.]

I'll go look to see if anyone is home- or what is home.

I'll make sure Oswald doesn't get cold.

That shall be your job untill we get back. Do us proud.

[Smiiiiling with a faint giggle before moving up that tree onto the limb with the nest, walking along it slowly- just to try and not disturb it or whatever's inside.]

[It's mid-December, not remotely egg season. Break's plan is rather doomed.]

[Very doomed, but that's only half the point. Undertaker sits himself on the limb, legs crossed.]

Who ever lived here was a collector.

What have we got?

Shiney things, mostly.

Don't tease! Show me.

[Lifting the nest, as it's long sense been abandoned, and taking it down with him.

He picks out a nice silver colored chain, holding it so a bit of light reflects off of it.]

We might have to take this back, some of them look to be part of the nest itself.

It's cold, we can pick it apart in the living room.

It will be a fun little project, seeing what we can find.

Sounds lovely.

I'll keep hold of it untill we are back.

Wonderful.

[Turning to wander back towards the city.]

[Following right along after, nest balanced on fingertips.]

[It isn't long before they're home- Break transfers Oswald into the bathtub, and tosses a blanket on top of him for nesting- then races out of the bathroom and shuts the door so he can't fly away.]

[Undertaker spreads an old cloth across a table to catch any mess, setting the nest down ontop of it, tugging two chairs over as well.]

Maybe Oswald is young~enough to be trained.

[He moves to pop tea on, then comes to sit join him.]

[Resting his chin against one palm, plucking the silver chain back from where he had rested it.]

Plan on doing anything with whatever we may find?

Gifts, maybe?

[He picks up a thimble.]

This could be useful, though.

We can sort out what to keep and give.

[Rolling out a few chipped glass marbles, turning them to eye the colors streaked and warped within.]

Very pretty.

These were possibly used to attract a mate.

Little feathery love.

[Humming with a faint smile, pushing aside old leaves inside, holding up two old bird skulls.]

Till death, even then to~ge~ther.

This is an old nest.

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