At exactly 12:03 AM our little bard fell asleep. She was curled up into a little ball on the down stairs sofa. Callisto and Husdon stood over her. The Goddess was nostalgically reflecting upon all the days events. She regarded the bard with a tender smile, thinking: she's not really such a bad kid. Hudson too was reflecting on Melissa's many good qualities. While the bard could definitely drive her up the wall...and back again...several times...an hour, when it came down to it, she was pretty darn special. (Not to mention one heck of a remote control.)
GC: Look at her lying there, all tuckered out. Isn't she just precious.
HL: Mmm-Hmm (nodding in agreement) Am I thinking what you're thinking?
GC: Yep. You draw the freckles and I'll connect the dots.
GC: Rather pathetic ending don't ya think?
MM: (blank stare)
GC: Well?
MM: Look Goddess, it is not easy to be creative everyday. Sometimes I just get blocked. Cut me some slack will you?
GC: (blank stare)
MM: Yes Goddess. It was very pathetic.
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