A cricket chirps.
Moving faster than her build would suggest, Miss Marigold traps it under a drinking glass.
“Hush little singer.” She smiles as she moves it to a potted plant on the window sill. “We’ll have plenty of tunes to play. In time.”
A tumble weed rolls in... but this one gets smacked with a broom. “Now, that’s just silly! And a mess. Out with ye!”
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