Colored Candies

I organize the colored candies by color on the coffee table.

Which attracts attention.

Which makes me nervous.

Which makes me drop a candy.

Which summons the hound, who claims all floor food.

Who knocks down the coffee table.

Which makes all the colored candies fall to the ground.

Which makes me dive for them, grabbing them up and putting them in the bowl.

Which makes me crack my head on the leg of the table.

Which makes me bleed.

Which makes me dash to the bathroom, candies in my pockets, where i put on a bandage.

Which makes me better.

Which makes me go back downstairs, where the dog laps up colored candies.

Which makes me put stuff back in place.

Which makes me realize I still have some candies.

I organize the colored candies by color on the coffee table.

The End

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