So you're back. Can't say I'm surprised; you look like you enjoy a good yarn. Well, come have a seat then, since you won't leave me be.
What's that? Clara? Oh yes, poor Clara. Went to school with her, way back in the day. She was a nice girl, very smart. Had curly brown hair and big blue eyes. She loved to build castles out of blocks, and count as high as she could, but most of all she loved to sing. She sang all through the day: on the bus, in the cafeteria, sometimes even in class.
But no one ever told her to stop, not even Ol' Pinchyface the Janitor (as we called him), because she had the most beautiful voice you ever heard. No matter what you were doin', you'd stop to listen to her sing and you'd always feel a little bit better. Sometimes, you'd hum just so she'd pick up the tune and run with it. Yessir, the teachers and the other children loved Clara.
Until our field trip into the forest. That same forest there. After that...well, nothin' was the same after that.
-S.G.
What's that? Clara? Oh yes, poor Clara. Went to school with her, way back in the day. She was a nice girl, very smart. Had curly brown hair and big blue eyes. She loved to build castles out of blocks, and count as high as she could, but most of all she loved to sing. She sang all through the day: on the bus, in the cafeteria, sometimes even in class.
But no one ever told her to stop, not even Ol' Pinchyface the Janitor (as we called him), because she had the most beautiful voice you ever heard. No matter what you were doin', you'd stop to listen to her sing and you'd always feel a little bit better. Sometimes, you'd hum just so she'd pick up the tune and run with it. Yessir, the teachers and the other children loved Clara.
Until our field trip into the forest. That same forest there. After that...well, nothin' was the same after that.
-S.G.
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