2. The snipper snapper of little hands
Emily loved the mansion and she loved her dad and she loved being alive.
Edward was snipping away at a topiary, Emily watched him and walked over a little bush. She looked at her father and followed his snips, then Edward finished but he kept hearing snipping, he turned and saw that Emily had made her own heart shaped topiary.
Edward stared at her, amazed. She smiled "isn't it pretty?" she said.
"Yes" Edward said smiling, she ran and hugged his leg, Edward tried to shake her off but she wouldn't budge. So Edward walked into the old house while dragging his right leg with Emily on it.
Emily eventually let go and ran upstairs, she stared out of the hole in the roof and saw the suburbs beyond the mansion.
"Wow!" She breathed.
She ran down the stairs to tell her dad her discovery but tripped on a stair, fell and burst into tears. Edward came running and held her.
"What happened?" he asked softly.
"I fell down the stairs!" she sobbed.
Edward thought for a moment, what could he do to make her stop? Then he got an idea.
"Would you like to hear a story?" he asked her.
Emily stopped crying "okay" she sniffed.
Edward brought her upstairs and put her in her little bed and asked "what story do you want to hear?"
"I don't know any stories" she said.
Edward went over to a shelf full of books and picked one out. It was the one that the professor used to read to him. He looked at the title, it read: gothic children's fairy tales.
He sat down opened the book and read the title "little dead riding hood."
As Edward read Emily started to smile again she looked at one page with a picture and asked a question.
"Where's their scissorhands?" she asked.
Edward looked at her "they don't have any, nobody does."
"But we have them" she said.
"Yes, but that's how we were built" was Edwards answer.
"Oh" said Emily, and then she ran over to the hole in the roof and asked "are the people down there like that to?"
"Yes" said Edward quietly as he stared down at the suburb he thought of Kim.
"Can I go down there?"Asked Emily snapping him out of his thoughts.
"No, it's not safe" said Edward.
"But daaaad" Emily whined.
"You're only a few days old" said her father.
"But I'm built like a ten year old" she argued.
"It's your bed time anyway" said Edward.
"But I'm not tired" she whined.
"You need to be charged" Edward smiled.
She pouted but let her father plug her in and she lay down on her little bed.
He kissed her forehead and softly said "good night"
"Good night" she grumbled.
More than anything Emily wanted to see the world beyond the old mansion, but at the same time she didn't want to disappoint or disobey her dad.
