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username: zephyrine | name: dusty | gender: female
song: x
song: x
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memory:
"Where are we going now, dad?" Dusty yawned, making an effort to keep her eyes
open after the long and eventful day.
"The beach!" her father exclaimed happily.
The kit groaned, "But, dad, we've been to the beach so many times already this trip."
He laughed before assuring her, "Don't you worry, sweetheart. This is something
special. I bet you're going to like it."
Dusty tilted her head to the side a bit as she pondered this. What was so special about
the beach? They'd been to it a couple times a day during the week they were staying
at the coast. She'd already collected shells, a couple hermit crabs, and even some sea
glass. She thought she had seen all there was to see. The young kit may have been
reluctant to return to the beach a few moments before, but now she was intrigued.
What was the special thing?
At last the sand dunes and the waves rolling up to the shore came into sight. Dusty
looked around expectantly for something of interest but could find nothing. She
frowned and mewed to her father, "Where is it?"
He gave a small smile. "Just wait a second." He presented to her a few pieces of thick,
white paper, which made her furrow her brow, but before she could inquire about it, he
explained, "We're going to make paper boats! We'll fold the paper in such a way that it
resembles a sail boat, and we'll put them on the water and watch them sail away. How
does that sound?'
Dusty hesitated but nodded as a smile began to form on her face. The two quickly set to
work putting creases and folds into the paper. The kit found herself truly enjoying it,
and by the time they had finished, a huge grin was plastered onto her face.
"Yippee! They're done!" she cried as she skipped off toward the water. Her father chuckled
as he trotted after her.
Dusty paused, staring at the waves, suddenly unsure. "So ... we just put them on the
water? What if they sink?"
"They won't sink, sweetheart," her father said softly. "Gently place them on the surface.
Like this." And he showed her.
After watching him, Dusty was a bit more confident. She carefully lowered her precious
little boat to the gently rolling waves. She held it there for a moment, reluctant to let it
go, but at last she let it slip away. The kit held her breath as she watched it drift off - the
sturdy little boat climbing the waves and slowly but surely making its way out to sea.
What a wondrous sight she thought it was. Her little sail boat was so free. She could picture
it drifting all across the oceans with nothing to stop it.
"That's going to be me one day," she stated proudly.
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"Where are we going now, dad?" Dusty yawned, making an effort to keep her eyes
open after the long and eventful day.
"The beach!" her father exclaimed happily.
The kit groaned, "But, dad, we've been to the beach so many times already this trip."
He laughed before assuring her, "Don't you worry, sweetheart. This is something
special. I bet you're going to like it."
Dusty tilted her head to the side a bit as she pondered this. What was so special about
the beach? They'd been to it a couple times a day during the week they were staying
at the coast. She'd already collected shells, a couple hermit crabs, and even some sea
glass. She thought she had seen all there was to see. The young kit may have been
reluctant to return to the beach a few moments before, but now she was intrigued.
What was the special thing?
At last the sand dunes and the waves rolling up to the shore came into sight. Dusty
looked around expectantly for something of interest but could find nothing. She
frowned and mewed to her father, "Where is it?"
He gave a small smile. "Just wait a second." He presented to her a few pieces of thick,
white paper, which made her furrow her brow, but before she could inquire about it, he
explained, "We're going to make paper boats! We'll fold the paper in such a way that it
resembles a sail boat, and we'll put them on the water and watch them sail away. How
does that sound?'
Dusty hesitated but nodded as a smile began to form on her face. The two quickly set to
work putting creases and folds into the paper. The kit found herself truly enjoying it,
and by the time they had finished, a huge grin was plastered onto her face.
"Yippee! They're done!" she cried as she skipped off toward the water. Her father chuckled
as he trotted after her.
Dusty paused, staring at the waves, suddenly unsure. "So ... we just put them on the
water? What if they sink?"
"They won't sink, sweetheart," her father said softly. "Gently place them on the surface.
Like this." And he showed her.
After watching him, Dusty was a bit more confident. She carefully lowered her precious
little boat to the gently rolling waves. She held it there for a moment, reluctant to let it
go, but at last she let it slip away. The kit held her breath as she watched it drift off - the
sturdy little boat climbing the waves and slowly but surely making its way out to sea.
What a wondrous sight she thought it was. Her little sail boat was so free. She could picture
it drifting all across the oceans with nothing to stop it.
"That's going to be me one day," she stated proudly.
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