The gently falling snowflakes, tall, sheltering pine trees, and the rhythmic sound of Sebastian's axe created an idyllic scene in front of the Blythe farm's homeplace.
Bash tossed another piece of wood on into the wheelbarrow and turned back to his work at the chopping block. Another log or two would do it, even with the heavy snow that was coming.
He hummed quietly to himself, barely making a sound over the whisper of the chilling breeze.
Another swing, and the final log split in two. Bash stretched happily, looking at his finished work in accomplishment. He turned and gave a neighborly wave to a passing wagon on the road before loading the last pieces of wood. The men in the wagon didn't return the gesture, but Bash barely noticed. He was intent on getting out of the quickly growing cold and darkness of the Canadian winter evening.
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The Orphan's Home
FanfictionAnne (with an 'E', mind you) is an orphan, new to Avonlea. Her past was never beautiful, but her dream of being adopted is finally coming true. It's never been easy for her to be accepted. Is Avonlea going to be any different? Spoiler Alert: We all...
