It seemed all right. She had her rope, and she had her pillow, and she knew how they did it on TV. It looked like a long way to the ground from up here, but then, that was what the rope was for. Jennica tied it around her ankle, and remembered to tie the other end to the chimney. She'd aim for the grass, she decided; the bushes were for sissies. She tested the wind again. You could never be too careful about the wind. Just when you thought it was your friend it would laugh and blow you the wrong direction, like some big bully in nature. Jennica hated bullies.
"What are you up to now?" Mr. Johnson called from his roof, across the fence.
Jennica looked at him for a moment, then looked at her rope and her pillow, and then shrugged to herself. It must have been a rhetorical question.
Warder to starry_nite
One day.
May I suggest:
http://onceuponagourd.etsy.com/
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money can't buy you back the love that you had then
ad impenetrum! *NM*
