As she was attending to her scratchy knee she had some moments to give this island some closer inspection. Nine beacons, stripey poles with fire on top. Orange rock in shape of a “Y,” dark squelchy mud underneath. But it couldn’t be...
She awoke with a start to the sound of a key turning in the door. Someone on the television
had just failed a lie detector test and the cheers from the audience greeted Mumsey’s arrival home early from work.
But what’s this? Mumsey has a big box shaped box wrapped in paper and a thin square shaped thing also big also wrapped in same paper.
“Yo hoooo birthday girl Mary Holly Stanstead the third is nine and we are going to have the best of days and first we will open the presents.”