 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
There were more noises. Noises were interesting. What were those noises?
Adam pulled his head out of the cold box that housed lots of interesting things to taste and touch and feel and experience and found Sam sitting on the floor, playing with all the broken noisy things that he had tossed about. "Mine!" he said loudly to her. Adam didn't like to share and he still hadn't gotten used to this thing called talking, but even so, he reached down and snatched the piece of broken crockery from Sam's hands and then promptly tossed it across the room where it knocked the basket of poked muffins on the floor.
Something beeped again and Adam turned towards the box with the buttons on it. Gray misty stuff was pouring out from the sides of it and it didn't smell very good. He started pushing buttons again enjoying the boop-beep-bop-bing-bong noises. Only this time, there was a click and the door swung open. "Oooo!" he exclaimed again as the misty gray stuff swooshed out of the box and straight into his face.
He motioned for Sam to join him. What was this odd smelly thing in the box?
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