She arranged her newfound treasures on a piece of old leather she found in the barn. There were brass buttons and cowrie shells, shards of broken pottery and a piece of bone: nothing valuable, but the things meant something to her because she had found them without any help from the older children.
Then she sighed, realizing what would happen when they found her in the barn with her precious items. First they'd laugh, then they'd tell her what a silly little girl she was for playing with bits of nothing when she had perfectly good toys in the house. Maybe they'd mess up the arrangement she'd made with her oddments of this and that. Maybe they'd throw it all away.
She heard them coming then, and raised a hand as if to ward them off.
"Don't touch..." she began, and was interrupted by screams from the boys.
"Look out, Tom!" shouted Dan.
"Help! Get me out of here," cried Tom. "It's a mask of the living dead. It's gonna get us."
As they ran away, she shook her head, and once again began arranging her bits and pieces into another pattern. Boys could be so funny, she thought.
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