Okay, there's no Sarah and James in this chapter. And it's short. But
still... I really like it when people review. And there's another chapter
after this one... There really oughtta be a Liberty's Kids category.
Really. I mean, I'm sure there's more LK fics than Starla and the Jewel
Riders ones... Right? Anyways, more people should write LK fics. Or update
them... *coughcough*
Meanwhile, in Philadelphia, Moses was working the printing press. Henri ran into the room, yanking on Moses' jacket.
"Moses! Moses! I have found Sarah and James!" Henri squealed.
Moses raised his eyebrows.
"Oh, really, Henri? Are they married?" Moses asked suspiciously.
Henri gave him a look and jumped atop the printing press.
"No. They are in jail, though," Henri replied calmly.
Moses rolled his eyes and sighed.
"It was either one or the other," Moses grunted.
Henri nodded, confused. Moses stopped printing and walked into the kitchen. Henri jumped off the printing press and ran into the kitchen. He looked up at the ceiling and saw a tasty chicken hanging from it. He began to drool and jumped up, trying to grab it. Moses saw this and scowled.
Moses threw him an apple and Henri frowned. Seconds later, he shrugged and ate it anyways. Moses threw his hands in the air and walked into the sitting room, ransacking the desk's drawers, searching for money. Henri aimed a quizzical look at him.
"They need to be bailed out. Therefore, I need money," Moses mumbled.
Henri nodded and rocked on the balls of his feet.
"Shouldn't we write a letter to Doctor Franklin of this? He will be alarmed when he sees we have no good articles in the paper," Henri said thickly.
Moses frowned.
"You're right, Henri. Let's not do that now, though," Moses grumbled.
Henri nodded, slightly confused.
"Wouldn't that be lying?" Henri asked innocently.
Moses glared at Henri.
"No. We just won't tell him that they're in jail. What he doesn't know won't make his gout act up," Moses replied sneakily.
Henri looked at him suspiciously. Moses sighed.
"You go back and ask them to write about their experience. We need SOMETHING to put in the paper," Moses snapped.
Henri nodded, grabbed an inkwell and two quills and left. Moses grunted and moved into the next room. Seconds later, Henri came back.
"Monsieur, can I have some food? It is a long journey to Boston and I have an empty stomach!" Henri pleaded.
Moses gave him a look.
"Henri, you had five pastries, five apples, and a large amount of other food. I can't give you more," Moses said exasperatedly.
Henri pouted and his stomach growled. Moses rolled his eyes.
"Fine, Henri. Take it. But you need to get there really fast. And here's some money," Moses gave in, handing Henri a chicken leg.
Henri smiled and took the food and the money. He left the city, running. Moses kneeled down, shaking his head.
"Those children," He sighed.
- Loren ;*
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Meanwhile, in Philadelphia, Moses was working the printing press. Henri ran into the room, yanking on Moses' jacket.
"Moses! Moses! I have found Sarah and James!" Henri squealed.
Moses raised his eyebrows.
"Oh, really, Henri? Are they married?" Moses asked suspiciously.
Henri gave him a look and jumped atop the printing press.
"No. They are in jail, though," Henri replied calmly.
Moses rolled his eyes and sighed.
"It was either one or the other," Moses grunted.
Henri nodded, confused. Moses stopped printing and walked into the kitchen. Henri jumped off the printing press and ran into the kitchen. He looked up at the ceiling and saw a tasty chicken hanging from it. He began to drool and jumped up, trying to grab it. Moses saw this and scowled.
Moses threw him an apple and Henri frowned. Seconds later, he shrugged and ate it anyways. Moses threw his hands in the air and walked into the sitting room, ransacking the desk's drawers, searching for money. Henri aimed a quizzical look at him.
"They need to be bailed out. Therefore, I need money," Moses mumbled.
Henri nodded and rocked on the balls of his feet.
"Shouldn't we write a letter to Doctor Franklin of this? He will be alarmed when he sees we have no good articles in the paper," Henri said thickly.
Moses frowned.
"You're right, Henri. Let's not do that now, though," Moses grumbled.
Henri nodded, slightly confused.
"Wouldn't that be lying?" Henri asked innocently.
Moses glared at Henri.
"No. We just won't tell him that they're in jail. What he doesn't know won't make his gout act up," Moses replied sneakily.
Henri looked at him suspiciously. Moses sighed.
"You go back and ask them to write about their experience. We need SOMETHING to put in the paper," Moses snapped.
Henri nodded, grabbed an inkwell and two quills and left. Moses grunted and moved into the next room. Seconds later, Henri came back.
"Monsieur, can I have some food? It is a long journey to Boston and I have an empty stomach!" Henri pleaded.
Moses gave him a look.
"Henri, you had five pastries, five apples, and a large amount of other food. I can't give you more," Moses said exasperatedly.
Henri pouted and his stomach growled. Moses rolled his eyes.
"Fine, Henri. Take it. But you need to get there really fast. And here's some money," Moses gave in, handing Henri a chicken leg.
Henri smiled and took the food and the money. He left the city, running. Moses kneeled down, shaking his head.
"Those children," He sighed.
- Loren ;*
Now, what have we learned? REVIEW, UPDATE, and something else... YAY! You paid attention!