Not so long ago when lollipops where her favorite treat.

A little girl sang of trip wires and running horses.

She sulked in the corner when her dolls didn’t hum back, then she pushed them into the darkest corner for tea and punishment.

Time passed and she still marched into her bedroom, 100 degrees in a great plains house with no air conditioner.

Until Mr. Ghost came as a wasp changing her home into winter.

A sudden fall and  tumble-down her side of an icy hill.

She soon discovered she was the queen of broken ornaments.

Spring brought laughter and storms approached.

The girl hid from lightning, cowering under covers until the last gust of wind carried her away and turned her into caramel colored dust.


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