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My place is your place

You have been named supreme ruler of the universe. Your first order of business is creating and instituting a holiday or festival in your honor. What day of the year is your holiday? What special events will take place? Describe YOU DAY in as great a detail as you can muster: the special foods we’ll consume, the decorations we’ll use…everything.

Summer already has too many festivals and festivities, so my day is in February. It is a day in which we invite warmth into our houses by inviting people into our homes. Children decorate the windows with paint to celebrate the beauty of winter. There is hot chocolate all around. In the morning we bake cookies, which we can all enjoy together.

In the afternoon people go out to other people’s houses. It is like a pub crawl, but into the homes of the people. There are bands playing, crafts workshops, little shops and garage sales. It is a day in which you can meet your neighbours, not just the ones next door. Everyone contributes, whether it’s by opening your house or organising the events.

The day ends when evening falls, with a sugar and cinnamon pancake. Or two. We are all back in our own houses and can look back on a wonderful day.

This post is inspired by the daily prompt.

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Milli and the honey pool

Milli was getting a bit bored and restless. She was only young, but already felt like something was missing in her life. All her friends were always busy. Johnny had to go to baseball practise. Mary was going to gymnastics. Poppy was on her way to the crafts club. Why couldn’t Milli be in a club like all the other kids? But mum’s decision was final, no clubs for Milli.

So on that particular afternoon in May, Milli sat down in the old playground. It was deserted and although the sun was shining, there was a whistling wind. “Can you be my friend mister cricket?” Milli asked the solid creature on the playground. She closed her eyes and let a sigh escape from her mouth. Suddenly the wind became stronger and created a piercing sound that made Milli open her eyes.

At first she couldn’t believe it and rubbed her little fingers through her eyes. Was the cricket moving? But then she heard him: “Of course! I’m always looking for new friends. Do you want to meet the others?” The voice of the cricket was tiny as a mouse, but very clear indeed.

Milli’s eyes were twinkling as she hopped on the back of a pretty white horse. They gallopped through the woods until they ended up in a magical place filled with honey. “ooo my favourite.” said the big yellow bear as he put his face into a honey pool. All the others jumped in and feasted on the sweetness. Milli was perplexed. She didn’t know quite what to do.

But Milli didn’t have much time to think. The giraffe suddenly scooped her up high into the air and before she knew it she came sliding down into the honey pool over the giraffe’s long neck. They were singing and dancing and splashing water all over each other. They were having so much fun.

Then the orange tiger heard something. “Is that your mum calling Milli?” Milli listened and started nodding her head. “Oh oh, time to go.” the tiger managed to say. “Bye MIlli, lovely to meet you.” said the cricket. And then Milli saw her mum coming towards the playground. She blinked her eyes a few times, but they were gone. “Mum, mum, you never guessed what happened!” Milli said. But mum didn’t have time. “Come on Milli. It’s time for dinner.”