part 1 of this! : D its him preparing to collect the shamrocks/things and setting the setting < 3
This month was a very cheery and excitable month for any chow. March the month of st patricks day or the month of luck and goofy shenanigans. Every Chow was feeling immense joy and was setting up booths for ale and beer vendings however there was one chow who was sorely irritable upon this holiday. He sat in his home that overlooked the town as he watched peering from a high window that had a balcony connected on the interior where he sat lounging with pillows, his wings spread in a laxed manner behind him. "Ugh... It looks like every chow's starting in on picking clovers..." He muttered looking as chows were paw in paw as they excitedly ran about pointing to clovers and shamrocks to find. it was well known that around this year the chows who could induce plant growth were happy to help out in producing four leaf clovers for the festivities, a collection forming that was spread out high and low by any winged or scholar chows. Watching the groups he thought to himself as he wondered if a certain chow would be participating, his serene gaze mulling it over before closing and smirking to himself. "I can't do all the work myself, knowing that little twerp if i just tell him how i can get more clovers than him he'll surely be in a fiery temperous mood.." He climbed on down out of his pillows and soon grabbed a bag for collecting the gour leaf clovers and other fun knick knacks he would collect on the way. "He better not be already with a chow out there or else I may have to run them off~" The angelic tom snapped his fingers as a spell was cast instantly transporting him, surely this would be a fun day to collect these silly little plants...
