Behold, a door. Penelope Pockets: Why, hello there. Penelope Pockets: I'm so happy to see you all. I can't wait to have fun with you. Penelope Pockets: I'm certainly my good friend will have fun too. Flopsy: Hi, Flopsy is ready to spread joy. Flopsy: Say, are we going to show them? Penelope Pockets: Oh my, I almost forgot. Its time to show the dear children our new playground. The clown counting from five. Counting down to zero. They open the door. The children charge in. Flopsy: Eek! Now, now, be careful. We don't want to hurt yourself. Penelope Pockets: Don't worry, Flopsy. The little ones will be fine....its the fact that our feet are being crushed by other tiny feet we should worry about. The kids start playing. Another clown was having fun with one. Soft Swirl: Want me to push you? Child: Yes please. She pushes the swing as the child smiles. Penelope Pockets: Soft Swirl, could you come here a minute? Soft Swirl: Hi, Pockets. What do you
A Doll for the Witch's Kid by Senor-Refresho, literature
Literature
A Doll for the Witch's Kid
Gabrielle arrived at the job a little early. As she was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and pajama pants, it was hard to tell that the blonde haired woman was a local model. Though it might seem strange that Gabrielle would take a job modeling at a toy store, these were the jobs that the woman enjoyed. They were small and quirky, but also had a native charm that drew Gabrielle to them.
The toy store had been granted prime real estate near to the mall's food court, on the first floor. It was as brightly lit as any toy store Gabby had ever been to, with blue carpeting and varieties of common toys. The model knocked on the still gated door and waite