Gemotions

“Well,” Aunt Mildred said, beaming at both her grand-nephews, "Looks like you boys each got a little something. I hope you both will be very happy.” Edward was in raptures. He had inherited his great-aunt’s vast collection of comic books. A veritable treasure trove. He could barely contain the glee bubbling within him. He glanced at his brother, Daniel, who looked distinctly underwhelmed by his inheritance of Aunt Mildred's extensive porcelain dolls. Edward found himself practically bouncing with energy.