She was PROUD of the FEAST before them. It had been hard to get everything down to the CABIN. It would have been so much harder without the help of her LANKY son: those long arms and legs made fast work of the task. Taking a last look around the space, she decided to accept the somewhat old-fashioned and MANLY air of the decor. The families and children would arrive soon enough, create the sweet chaos that she loved. Maybe some of the kids would like to hang paper chains on the antlers and noses of the assorted beastly heads on the wall? Shaking her head at such silly representations of masculinity, she pulled out the chair at her beloved desk, thinking to take a last look at some papers before the arguments began.

Georg’ann

There was a certain CHARM to the dark pub, a warmth among the regulars and extended to anyone just passing through. The sort of place where people called each other MATEY and at least one MANGY dog waiting outside. In almost every respect this was a MANLY sort of atmosphere in appearance though not in anyway inhospitable. Nothing crude or aggressive in the air. The Black Dog was for camaraderie, not picking fights or seeking sex.

Heather