Svelty and Stock
It was my turn to seek. Again.
. . . 99, 100.
I turned around, pretending not to see Svelty—the size of a house and trying to crouch behind leafless trees.
Svelty always felt bad about being found first. Stock—whip thin and camouflaged—felt bad he could never be found. It was an emotional minefield.
My foot caught and I pitched forward.
“That was quick,” Stock said behind me. He had been stretched across the path.
“Found you!” I pointed to Svelty.
“You found me last!” Svelty shouted, the ground trembling with his joyful bounces.
Friends. When they’re happy, you’re happy.
The Green-Walled Treehouse 
Now there’s a fun guy. Loved it.
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Awwww!
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All’s well that ends well!
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Haha..so true.
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Love how you switched names.
Friends. When they’re happy, you’re happy.
You really let your YOU show there. 🙂
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Friends forever.
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Many games have advantages based on stature, some on intelligence or skill, others on luck. The point was to have fun. We did. 🙂
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Great take 🙂
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Such a cute story. Love the picture of Svelty!
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You told a well-developed lively tale here, David. I also love Svelty’s image. His little arm is so adorable. He looks like a tree 🙂
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Dear David,
Aw this oozes with cuteness. Tag! You’re it.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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