Gemotions

A burst of energy vibrated through my being as I saw Mr. Hawthorne approach, clutching his blueprints. He wanted the pine tree gone, claimed it was ruining his view. I felt my chest expand with a sense of buoyant anticipation.

He spoke about the sun-drenched views he wanted. I listened with a wide grin, my gaze bouncing around like a lively puppy. "Yes, I understand," I said, a mischievous glint in my eyes.

"So, you'll permit it?" he asked, expecting an easy yes. "Well, perhaps," I replied. "But first… we’re going to play hide and seek! Then, we'll think about the tree."