Gemotions

He felt like he could fly. The world was a kaleidoscope of bright colors and silly sounds. When Mrs. Peterson knocked, he almost skipped to the door.

“Mr. Harding, I was wondering…” she began, her usual air of seriousness slightly diminished.

He threw the door open wide, leaning back against the doorframe. “Come in, come in! What grand scheme are we hatching today?”

She looked a bit flustered. “I was hoping to utilize a small section of your yard for a garden.”

He clapped his hands together, the sound echoing in the entryway. “A garden! Brilliant! Think of the possibilities! We could build a maze out of pumpkins! Or have a sunflower-growing contest! We need to make it the most fun garden on the street, you know? And we need a theme. What about… pirates? Or maybe… fairies!” He was practically vibrating with enthusiasm.