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When I laugh, the air smells like strawberries Loulou told me so.

Crooked spoons make the best wands. Mine twirled for me today. And Poppy tied a ribbon to hers.

I tried to balance sugar cubes on my nose. Two stayed, three fell. I'll do it again tomorrow.

The sunlight caught a dust mote. I swore it was a fairy.

My diary is patched too, with scraps of everyone’s day.

The house creaked all night. I kept watch until it stopped.

I mended Violet’s lace curtain. She whispered thank you, it felt nice.

I don’t mind being last to eat. It makes the others happy.

I fixed Paulie’s bowtie. He didn’t even notice.

Juju left jam on the table. I cleaned it quietly but licked some from my paws.

Strong doesn’t mean loud. Sometimes it means listening better.

I sew patches on everything, even my own thoughts.

Crooked chairs remind me to sit carefully.

I like when the others nap in a pile. It feels less lonely that way.

When Poppy cried, I gave her my spoon. She said it was magic.

Everyone forgets their mittens. I keep track of them.

One day my gowns will glow like moonlight. I see it in my mind so I know it's true.

When Juju clapped at my sketches, I blushed but knew she was right.

My paws sometimes shake, but the thread forgives me and every once in awhile I make magic.

I drew shoes shaped like petals because they walked across my imagination.