Part Three

Cricket.

Cricket. Grass.

Darkness. Cricket.

Cricket.

"Hard to see at night little missy."

I knew how awesome this barn was. How it's Victorian architecture, the sophistication of it mostly hidden in the dark, swept up into your eyes like a giant wood diamond. Perfectly cut and beautiful.

"A diamond for my diamond in the ruff."

"What ever would you keep in here mister?? Fun? Surprise? Will we find our delight inside the walls of this ordinary human box mister."

"Mister mister.

In the night

burning the fire

of life with

the children.

Showing them the way.

Mister mister.

Sinister wishes

for everyone's

cunning.

Burnout, burnout.

Fill the room.

Mister mister."

The eyes are so incredibly beautiful. Little pools of thought trapped in a delicate facade, ingeniously crafted to be young and beautiful.

So young. And so beautiful.

"There's a whole circus of thought top fun where that came from lil missy."

Jingle go the keys.

Pop goes the latch.

Swing go the doors.

"Let me show you."

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