“Oranges! No apples!”
She was angry. He, of course, tried not to smile at her pouty determination.
“Don’t worry, dear. Oranges then.”
He stroked her head musingly. He’d give the apples to their neighbour down the street. They had a donkey that’d be only too happy to eat them all.
“And Death! ‘Oranges and Death’!”
“Of course, dear. I will make preparations for the sacrifice tomorrow, first thing.”
With that, she ran to the kitchen where the nanny was fussing with dinner. He picked up the crayons scattered about. Maybe they shouldn’t take drawing lessons in the kindergarten so seriously?
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2019
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“Oranges and Death!” Haha I love it. 😛
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Hee hee. Yup, that was all Tetiana, that bit. She’s a bit of a genius that way. 😛
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Such a cute story! I loved reading it. 😊
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Thank you, Haley!
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You’re most welcome! 😁
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Too cute lol
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Hee hee. Thank you! 😛
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“Oranges and Death!”
Is this about Vietnam and Agent Orange?
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I really like how your mind works, sir! 😉
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Fun stuff, Tony. You do have fun with dialog.
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Dialogue is heaps of fun, I must admit! 😛
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😁👏
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Oops… got me chuckling 🙂
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Hee hee. I hope so! 😛
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