Buri lay in the middle of her room on her stomach, eyes level with the black, beady ones of the pink, squishy llama. The woman was debating whether to make a pink or blue hat for the llama. She just couldn't decide. Finally, after thinking for a bit,she settled on a pink hat.
She stood, leaving the pink, squishy llama on the floor. As she turned to pick out the fabric, Raoul grinned. He hung but inches below the ceiling, directly above the plushie. He was lucky that the ceilings in this room were high.
BOOM ! Buri turned around quickly, but she was too late. Raoul was already out the door with the pink, squishy llama.
Later that day, Buri sat in her room, clutching her knees to her face, rocking back and forth while sobbing. Nothing could replace her pink, squishy llama.
"WHERE'S MY PINK, SQUISHY LLAMA?" raged George, standing in the upper room at the Dancing Dove, staring at a smiling Alanna, who obviously had no idea where the pink, squishy llama was.
"I obviously have no idea where the pink, squishy llama is," said Alanna, innocent as can be. George sat down hard in a chair, and stared to hit himself in the head with a book that was lying nearby.
"I'm...so...stupid!" he said.
"Don't be bragging, now."
George glared at Alanna. "It's all your fault! I would- might have shared him with you, but no! You had to steal the pink, squishy llama and run away! I hate you!" he stood up and stormed out of the room.
Alanna couldn't help but laugh. He sounded like a three-year-old. She followed him out the door and decided to apologize. Then, maybe she could go hunt down Buri and get her pink, squishy llama back.