planter oor Kornies
planter
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A box or pot for plants, usually large and standing on the floor.
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jynn plansa
planser
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For the moment, I put this to one side. I entered the Student Union shop – which seemed relatively unscathed. The shop contained the usual university memorabilia: tee-shirts, trophies, commemorative plates etc. But I was not interested in those. At the back of the shop, sitting unloved on the shelves, was a pile of bedding sets: sheets and pillowcases. That’s what I needed. I collected two sheets emblazoned with the university crest and motto (“Postera Crescam Laude”) and took them outside to where Meryl lay. Collecting her remains into the sheets was not pleasant but it was done swiftly – as the sated zombies lounged about the scene of her death, looking on with what seemed like puzzlement. There was no time to bury her, of course, but I gently placed her remains inside a large wooden planter box which was otherwise vacant at the time. I mumbled a Hail Mary and an Our Father – no time for a whole decade of the rosary – and then covered the planter box with a few branches that I hastily pulled from some nearby garden bushes. That’s as near as I could get to a funeral for Meryl. (Afterwards, I remembered that she’d told me her father was a lay preacher in the Methodist church. Perhaps, I’d had this in the back of my mind at the time? Dunno.) After concluding the prayer, I sighed deeply and turned away from the planter box. There, standing before me, was my dear zombie brother, grinning happily, his stomach full of fresh meat. About his face was smeared the drying remains of our recently deceased classmate. A little gore hung from his (then) fashionably long hair. He seemed very pleased with his efforts. Without thinking, I slapped his face hard. He kept grinning. Then, he placed the back of his hand lightly on my own belly and emitted a satisfied groan. For just a moment, I felt a flash of warmth within my own, empty, stomach. I felt what he was feeling.
Res yw dhyn kewsel.langbot langbot
planter (n.)
Meur ras a’th ro.langbot langbot
planter
My a vynn ponya.langbot langbot
For the moment, I put this to one side. I entered the Student Union shop – which seemed relatively unscathed. The shop contained the usual university memorabilia: tee-shirts, trophies, commemorative plates etc. But I was not interested in those. At the back of the shop, sitting unloved on the shelves, was a pile of bedding sets: sheets and pillowcases. That’s what I needed. I collected two sheets emblazoned with the university crest and motto (“Postera Crescam Laude”) and took them outside to where Meryl lay. Collecting her remains into the sheets was not pleasant but it was done swiftly – as the sated zombies lounged about the scene of her death, looking on with what seemed like puzzlement. There was no time to bury her, of course, but I gently placed her remains inside a large wooden planter box which was otherwise vacant at the time. I mumbled a Hail Mary and an Our Father – no time for a whole decade of the rosary – and then covered the planter box with a few branches that I hastily pulled from some nearby garden bushes. That’s as near as I could get to a funeral for Meryl. (Afterwards, I remembered that she’d told me her father was a lay preacher in the Methodist church. Perhaps, I’d had this in the back of my mind at the time? Dunno.) After concluding the prayer, I sighed deeply and turned away from the planter box. There, standing before me, was my dear zombie brother, grinning happily, his stomach full of fresh meat. About his face was smeared the drying remains of our recently deceased classmate. A little gore hung from his (then) fashionably long hair. He seemed very pleased with his efforts. Without thinking, I slapped his face hard. He kept grinning. Then, he placed the back of his hand lightly on my own belly and emitted a satisfied groan. For just a moment, I felt a flash of warmth within my own, empty, stomach. I felt what he was feeling.
Fatla genes?langbot langbot
planter
Lowen yw Ken.langbot langbot
planted a. planjys ~ plansys TH, OM; planjys e'n doresp planter a. plansor m. -yon; plansores f. -ow nc
My a vynn koska yn ow chambour.langbot langbot
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