Gemotions

The thought of new boundaries, of a fence, filled me with a giddy anticipation. I grabbed a handful of colorful sidewalk chalk and dashed outside. My neighbor, Mr. Dubois, was meticulously inspecting the first post.

I circled the post, adding elaborate drawings of imaginary creatures and sprawling, vibrant flowers. Each stroke of the chalk felt like a tickle against my fingertips. I didn't say a word, just continued my artistic endeavor, watching Mr. Dubois’s face slowly redden as he inspected the newly adorned timber.

He turned, a sputtering sound escaping his lips. "What do you think you're doing, young lady?" I tilted my head, feigning confusion, and asked, "Helping it grow?"