Let’s have a little AU, where fiction and fiction collide, shall we?
I was driving from Roxburgh to Dunedin, when I came across a town whose name gave me a bit of a jolt. In the absence of a Pop Thornton, Pop Thorin had to make do.
Does the mighty King look a bit indignant? Looks like the corners of his mouth are turned down… (I won’t even go into describing the ETC’s facial expression when I screeched the car to an abrupt halt, grabbed Pop Thorin and my iPhone from my bag and jumped out of the car to take a picture… mind you, as an English lit graduate she put 2 and 2 together and immediately copped on it had to do with some classic novel that had been transformed into a crinoline drama for the BBC…)
Pop Thorin was a bit confused why he had to pose in front of that Milton town sign… I admit, I used him.
“Milton – Town of Opportunities”. Well *ahem*. Exactly the sort of place that should have a cotton mill. I kept my eyes peeled, but I didn’t see a mill or anything like this:
Sorry Milton, but that’s a FAIL… ;-)
As for Pop Thornton – now, there is an idea… That pout and a cravat, preferably removable. He’d sell like hot cakes, I think.