Mom had come downstairs to tell us something that day. First it was the sewing box that she took downstairs, then it was the scissors. I knew mom didn't sew, but Scottie did. That was Scottie's sewing...
Mom had come downstairs to tell us something that day. First it was the sewing box that she took downstairs, then it was the scissors. I knew mom didn't sew, but Scottie did. That was Scottie's sewing...
It was a calm day, until it wasn't.
Or how chairs learned to fly.