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cont.... It was a special little house that was fenced in where we all lived in harmony. It seemed to be a little less private, however, because for the next several days, the guy that “bought” us was occasionally swinging by, taking the roof off of the joint, and introducing us to a bunch of other people. However, we felt like movie stars because all of these people kept staring and smiling and remarking about how good we looked. My triangular compatriots and I were a bit taken back, but our metal friend seemed to take right to all of the attention Then came the tense times. For a few days, we were left alone in our home, seemingly secluded from everything and everyone. Even that guy disappeared. Then, he pulled us out one day, although we did get to stay in our home, and shoved us in another bag. I heard some talk of us going to a place called, “Texas,”” and there was some talk about this marriage thing again and a “proposal.” The next we knew, we were at another airport, and we were apparently going to have to go through “security.” Apparently, our guy was concerned because whatever these “proposal” and “marriage” things were, there was someone with him who was not supposed to know about it, and he was afraid that we would be seen, giving away the surprise. At one point, I know this certain someone, I assume this “girlfriend” person, got too close to the bag in which our house was sitting while the guy was apparently checking on us to make sure our house and everything else about us was intact, and our owner freaked out about this certain someone “being on top” of him and “making him nervous” before they were to go through security. After she left, he muttered, “That was a close one.” We made it on the plane, and a few days rolled by that were pretty tranquil, although we could tell there was much activity around. Off in the distance, we heard some gently chiming guitar and our guy singing some song we had never heard before; it was simple, melodic, and quite pretty. I think it may have been an original, but what do I know about music? He seemed to be rehearsing it. I thought that perhaps this was related to the proposal or this marriage thing. Well, it turns out that I was right. One morning, which I later learned was a special day called, “Christmas,” he sang this song loud and clear. He seemed to be singing it to someone, whom I imagined was the person from the airport. The next thing I knew, he had reached into that bag, and pulled out our house. He seemed to be giving us to this person. Indeed, he did, for our home opened, and we saw a beautiful woman we had not seen before. cont.... |
