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Please Fluff the Bellows First
By eight the windowsill had a guest book. The accordion handed each bellow a pillow the size of a sugar cube, waited for the button to be greeted, and would not breathe until the curtain had nodded. N
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Please Wait, the Note Still Has a House
The flute on the whatnot shelf spent the morning as a landlord. Each note was given a birdhouse no larger than a thimble, greeted the hole it would leave through, and waited for the curtain to nod. On
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Please Wait for the Kettle to Nod
By breakfast the mint on the windowsill had become a tiny weather station. The leaves took fans no larger than fingernails, greeted the steam, and waited for the kettle to nod. One wave cooled exactly
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Bare Ears Are Rude in a Tall Glass
By midmorning the ice tray had turned into a cloakroom the size of a postcard. Each cube stood in its square, accepted a fur hat with earflaps, greeted the freezer as one greets a host, and waited for
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Please Greet the Raisin Before You Rise
Before the kettle had quite made up its mind, the muffin tin was already laying out tiny paper invitations, one in each round seat. The dough said good morning to the raisin first, then waited for the
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Please Wait for the Toast to Nod
By the time the kettle had finished clicking, the butter dish had already unfolded two little wooden slopes, as if breakfast needed a very small ski hill. Each golden square said good morning to the k
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Please Nod, Then Pick a Hue
Just after the kettle clicked, the chameleon on the windowsill laid out tiny palettes along the sunbeam, as if color itself had been invited to breakfast. Each shade said good morning to the curtain f
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Please Hover, Then Sip
Just after the porch woke up, the fuchsias held their bells very still, as if a classroom had opened inside each pink lantern. The hummingbirds arrived in a neat little queue, wings whispering, and to
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The Runner-Up Still Gets to Hold the Scarf
Before sunrise the radiator ticked like a tiny clock, and two woolen mittens sat thumb to thumb, comparing warmth the way neighbors compare jam. The left one claimed a deeper nap. The right one insist
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The Waltz Waited for Breakfast
By seven the parlor grand had already laid out saucers, one for each key, the china no larger than a fingernail. Nobody had to pour. The steam simply arrived, pale and polite, waiting for a chord to s
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The Ants Brought Their Own Seating
By noon the picnic basket in the square had already chosen a patch of grass and spread its own cloth, smoothing each corner as if tucking in a nap. Nobody had to remember a blanket. The cloth simply a
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Please Hold, Your Bench Is Ready
By seven the square booth has already set out its smallest waiting room. Dial tones take a seat inside the receiver, nod to the waiting coin, and only then offer a single hello. We asked at the kiosk.
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Blue by Appointment Only
Along the footpath the cornflowers have opened a quiet shop of sky. Each corolla waits for a scrap of blue no larger than a postage stamp, greets the nearest cloud, nods to the daisy next door, and on
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The Smallest Diploma in Town
Along the footpath the clovers have begun a shy little graduation. The four-leaf ones wait in a green line, collect diplomas the size of a thumbnail, greet the nearest boot, and only then nod to the b
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Please Wait for the Frog's Nod
By late afternoon the reeds had lined themselves along the pond like shy musicians waiting for permission. They did not sway until a frog on the nearest lily pad lifted a thin stem and gave one small
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