05-30-2022, 03:50 PM
In Mable's mind, the market was almost as nice a place to wander around as the beach was. They were so different, the market busy and loud with people and warm with life, while the beach was empty and cold in comparison. But not quiet, almost never quiet; the waves and how sand crunched under Mable's foot made sure of that.
The cobblestone streets echoed random conversations and steps from around Mable, and - a happy whistled tune. Just barely she could hear it, but it made her smile so widely, she couldn't help looking around for the source.
She found it soon, coming a short and scrawny boy a little ways away from her, walking with confidence and... a purse. How funny looking!
Bold as brass, Mable strode up to the boy, smiling widely.
"What's that song your whistling? It sounds so nice! Is that purse yours? Or should I call it a bag, since you're a boy... It looks very heavy! What do you have in it?"
The cobblestone streets echoed random conversations and steps from around Mable, and - a happy whistled tune. Just barely she could hear it, but it made her smile so widely, she couldn't help looking around for the source.
She found it soon, coming a short and scrawny boy a little ways away from her, walking with confidence and... a purse. How funny looking!
Bold as brass, Mable strode up to the boy, smiling widely.
"What's that song your whistling? It sounds so nice! Is that purse yours? Or should I call it a bag, since you're a boy... It looks very heavy! What do you have in it?"
