Depressed by all these post-'Gift' angstfics, I'm offering this challenge: write a fic set in the (relatively) happy and innocent days of Season One.

Oxygen is absorbed all over the body surface through branched tracheoles which are located directly under the body surface.

He wolden sowen som difficultee, / Or springen cockle in our clene corn.

The speaker spoke complimentingly of the dispensary and the hospital, and of other refuges for the physically broken, […]