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ME, Lord Sinjin, sitting here together with Mister Chewy and Lady Ariarose…

Aria: Another Tree Planted is always good. I mean to grow a forest one volunteer at a time.

I am Milady's husband and fully retired, though I help on occasion with some editing and idea-bouncing. Mostly, when she is streaming, you'll hear me in the background doing other things. My favorite character names are Sinjin, for the tennis player, or Marcus Au, short for Marcus Aurelius. Kids, that is the joy of working hard and finally retiring, mostly relaxing.

Of course, I had to join the volunteer page to give all the kids my bits of wisdom and let them know there are indeed more of us in the background. My favorite game is baseball, and my team is the White Sox. Mister Chewy has a jersey, and that is awesome. His number is one, and we know he gives them his puppy luck to the best.

"That is right. Hey, wait a minute… wait a gosh darn minute. You're a lord, and she's a lady, and I have many hats. I should be a lord myself. I give great advice."

Buddy, they don't sell titles to dogs as far as I know. Lady Ariarose and I have been a lord and lady since that program started. But I am getting it for my newish pen name, as we mean to protect the family and want it displayed for the workers.

"We could make him a Sir." Aria smiles. "He already mentioned being one."

"That was before I knew about LORD titles. I am a Lord. Heck, as the First of First Husbands I made Duke, I'm sure. That should be my title."

"Humm… m‑hmm… m‑hmm. It's Sir Chewy, as I can dub you as my knight." Aria smiled again with her tongue slightly under her teeth.

"Well… okay. But you need to work on the books for endangered animals." Chewy flips his back to her.

Aria: The Wix Editor kicked out a tiger, and they are endangered. Their numbers are finally starting to increase, but every single animal like them remains in danger, and efforts will be ongoing. I plan to write books from the most endangered to the threatened in that order. But let's see what these boys are cooking up.

"On the list."

"More than one book." His head turns slightly back.

"Fine."

"A minimum of three." Chewy's tail is wagging away, and I know he's excited.

"Fine. It is a number in balance." She bows with her hands together slightly.

"Score, and I want a bone train."

"No. Back to Mister, I guess — oh no. Not feeling the need to promote a knight who wants to endanger his life. That is not wise."

"Fine, no bone train."

"Okay, I dub you Sir Chewy. We will update the records here soon." Aria is holding in her laughter.

Honey, you said you want to do this for all the volunteers, but let's not do it too soon. Ten years.

"Too long."

"Seven," Chewy states.

"Three," Aria says.

Five. I've been working with you for that long and I'm getting on board. We need to get Hilary's done — that means she won't like it.

"She did it herself first. Ah well, I bet she can't find the paperwork. We all did it for helping the program and the giggles."

I know. But let's see — Chewy got a volunteer page. I need a bonus volunteer page.

"Fine, you can have a bonus volunteer page. All workers get one."

"Dad told you we'd score bonus pages." His paw is out and I tap it. His tail wags quickly.

That's right, buddy.

"All workers get one." Aria said, shrugging.

Yeah, well, I said BONUS page — I meant a second — and you walked right into it.

"Fine, what two pages do you need?"

I need one for sports and the other for science. And I might need a third. My lovely wife's love of threes should mean three, as three is a number in balance?

"Provided it teaches the kids in a fun way, I am okay with three for everyone. Get links to research and resources in that place. We back up what we put out there."

That is intended, my love. And I'm going to want books for certain things for various projects. A lot of kids' programs are struggling in smaller schools, and I love chess. That could be the third — it teaches strategy. My love, get out your pen and go get yourself in some pajamas.

Aria is cackling; as we all know what I mean — directed dreaming to get really great stories for all of the kids. I think I'll like volunteering and being a sounding board, though we might need someone else to edit books. I'm not very fast at it, as I love relaxing now that I am retired and just reading for enjoyment.

For editing, I finally discovered my wife's worlds, and her skill had grown so vastly over her early days that I found it cute in the beginning, but it needed some rather serious editorial help. You worked hard, and it almost sold. Someone had one similar, supposedly.

"I never found a similar one, but it was written for our daughter. Not for money — it was charming, so I shared. No matter. Of course, I worked hard. The journey of a dyslexic writer is one of patience and devotion, but I was always writing the adventures for the one who needed it, and healing demands diligence. For sure, I make it look sort of easy, but you didn't get a first draft, love. That one was around nine to twelve in. My process takes time and patience. Good thing I type fast."

Not as fast as you used to.

"Rub it in that I am getting older." She just winked and is smirking. But she uses voice‑to‑text more than she did in the beginning, and that is great, as we need a team of helpers. She was up to a minimum of 70, and that was conservative. I know that number is under by far, as she added a small stack to a stack she had stopped counting at fifty, and we just tripled the count in her head for the endangered animals.

But she rolled around giggling, excited by all the lives she might make better and the teaching of what she learns. I do love her dreams — her dreams were always an adventure. I am sure my projects will round it to a nice hundred or better.

Aria: Someday, we might grow a large forest of trees as there will need to be a lot of volunteers to get all the tasks done, but even if it remains just me, I will write all the books. Why do it hard. You see there was a time I passed out regularly. And when that happened, I might be injured. When I can't run, I walk. When I can't walk, I scoot. If I can't scoot, I will talk, and if that goes, I will think and hope someone figures out how to tap into this mind of mine. I never give up if there is any way I can do things. (I'm a little bit of a workaholic.) (Sinjin: A little...maybe a lot.)