wildflower

[bulrushes]

On the doorstep of a little house in Forks, Washington, a basket is placed.

The doorbell rings.

There are footsteps, and then there are not.

Comments

[bulrushes]

"But it would be dark under all the presents."

[asmyown]

"Hmmm, you're right. I'll have to get you a lamp, too. It'll need an extension cord, instead of batteries, otherwise you'd lose your light after a while."

[bulrushes]

"And I would get hungry in there."

[asmyown]

"Maybe I'd have to let you out for food and bathroom breaks. You'd get to stretch, eat, and use the bathroom, and then right back under the pile of presents."

[bulrushes]

"But then I could not go with you to school."

[asmyown]

"True. Hmm. Okay, burying you under presents is no longer viable."

[bulrushes]

"If they are soft presents you could pile them on my bed and I could sleep on them like a dragon. Could I be a dragon?"

[asmyown]

"You may be a dragon."

[bulrushes]

"Raaaar."

[asmyown]

"Adorable little dragonet," giggle Lynn.

[bulrushes]

"Maybe when I'm big I'll grow scales and wings and breathe fire!"

[asmyown]

"That'll be fun, certainly. Fire outside only, please."

[bulrushes]

"But I could roast my own tomatoes and stuff."

[asmyown]

"Okay, only little amounts of fire inside the house, and only when supervised."

[bulrushes]

"But this is when I'm big and grown up that I will breathe fire."

[asmyown]

"If you have your own house by that point you may breathe fire in it all you want."

[bulrushes]

Astrid giggles and hugs her.

[asmyown]

Lynn hugs her back, snickering.