 Ally & Bry! <3 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
It was the cardboard box that interested him. Could there be paperclips among the discarded knickknacks? Recently, nine year old Ary {ten years in a few months so he was going to catch up with you, Bry!} had taken up the habit of bending paperclips into various shapes. He had started off small, going with regular shapes and had eventually graduated to a very oddly shaped mooncalf. Still, he was getting better at this thing everyday. Perhaps one day he’d even use magic to bend the clips instead of doing so manually.
Before Dad Adi could possibly drag him off to Sugarplums for the millionth gazillionth time, Ary had tugged on Bry’s sleeve, an indication that he was racing her into the Cranville’s because the box sadly did not contain the clips he sought.
Leaving his father and friend to tag along, the little boy beelined for the closest bin. |