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The colored hats, vibrant and goofy, candies of all flavors, green leaves and warm breezes. Blue skies and smiling faces singing happy birthday off key. Could your birthday get any better than this?
Vague memories of cornstalks glinting in moonlight. Was this a dream? No, it's reality. The sky is dark, the land unfamiliar and, by God, the damned woman left us out here!
There were plenty of puppets to choose from at the store - pigs and dragons, dogs and cats. But the cutest ones by far were the white mouse puppets. Although I already owned a mouse puppet, I decided to get another. They were just too cute for words.
His smile was unexpected and beautiful. It was intense, lighting up his face, his eyes, transforming him from a rather plain man telling jokes to a beatific cherub.
After a hectic day of nonstop activity, it was nice to settle down on a chair and do nothing. No thinking, no chores, just peace and quiet.
Dusk fell and the last of the light was leeched from the sky. Hundreds of fireflies took flight in the warm dark, their lights flickering as they searched for potential mates. Love under the stars.
When we're kids we believe we can do or be anything we want. The world is our playground. But as we grow we lose some of that innocence. That sense of infinite possibility. I wish I had that back. I really do.
She knew she was being selfish but she couldn't help it. Emotional attachment to inanimate objects came easy to her and her puppets where no exception. Could she really give one away to a six year old girl, even for her birthday? It was a sacrifice she didn't think she could make. Or could she?
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