“I can’t believe you dragged me to a museum!”
Mary looked at Murray. “After all the places you dragged me? This is the nicest place I could bring you.”
Murray sighed, but paid for the entrance fee before trailing after her. Mary smirked, and led him through all the Impressionist Art before relenting. She turned towards the Modern Wing, knowing how much he would enjoy the display in there.
“Here,” she said, “this is really why we came.”
Murray gasped, looking at the installations of graffiti. Immense and colorful, the art sparked immediate feeling. Reaching out, Murray grabbed Mary’s hand tightly.
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The lights glared out over the field, illuminating the dark night. The teacher nervously circled the gazebo, again counting children huddled miserably in the center.
The teacher stood, peering out, hoping for the noise of a bus engine. Straining, her ears caught a noise from the back of the gazebo. Whirling, she saw a strange boy.
The boy stared expressionlessly at her, then the children. Then he raised a hand and pointed behind her. At the same moment headlights swept the gazebo, drawing her gaze. When she glanced back, the boy was gone.
Unnerved, she hurriedly gathered children and instruments.
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Raising her binoculars, Aggie peered at the house. What were they doing over there? Muttering, she shuffled closer. A car meandered by; Aggie swiftly shifted focus, pretending to look at her bird feeder. No birds fluttered there, she could never remember to put out darn food.
As soon as the car passed, she swung back to the house across the street. The view provided was straight on. From behind it she could hear shouts and thuds. Hoots followed louder bangs. And, baaaa?
A goat darted around the house directly for Aggie. Screaming erupted as the new neighbors scrambled after it.
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