𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐿𝑢𝑘𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠. 𝑇𝑤𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑟, 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑠. 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤, ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑦, 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑇-𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑙, 𝑆𝑖𝑚𝑏𝑎. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑢𝑝𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑒𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.
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𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤 (𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔): “𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝐿𝑢𝑘𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒. 𝑊𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙”.
𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑎𝑠, 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟, 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑦 𝑇-𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑢𝑟, 𝑅𝑒𝑥. 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠.
𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑎𝑠 (𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔): “𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝐼'𝑚 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠”.
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑦, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠.
𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤 (𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔): “𝐿𝑢𝑘𝑒, 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒?”
𝐿𝑢𝑘𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑, 𝑎𝑙𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑢𝑝𝑠𝑒𝑡, 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑑.
𝐿𝑢𝑘𝑒 (𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑙𝑦): “𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔”.
𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝐿𝑢𝑘𝑒'𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒.
𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤: “𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠…”
𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑎𝑠: “𝑌𝑒𝑝, 𝐼 𝑑𝑜… 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜”.
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑡𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑝ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒. 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝐿𝑢𝑘𝑒'𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠. 𝐵𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟.
𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤: “𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦, 𝐿𝑢𝑘𝑒. 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑤?”
𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚.
𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑎𝑠: “𝐼'𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑎 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑠. 𝑊𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜”.
𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑, 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎.
𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤: “𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡! 𝐿𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑡”.
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑠 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝐴𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘.
𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤: “𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒?”
𝐿𝑢𝑘𝑒: “𝐼𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢?”
𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤: “𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡. 𝑊𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑛”.
𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑎𝑠: “𝑌𝑢𝑝, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑠, 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡”.
𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤: “𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎, 𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑎𝑠! 𝐼'𝑚 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑑 𝑤𝑒'𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟”.
𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒.
Come ɑnd pɑɾticipɑte becɑuse γou still hɑve, time…
A Pictuɾe Is Woɾth A Thousɑnd Woɾds
Dedicɑted to ɑll those poets who contɾibute, dɑγ bγ dɑγ, to mɑke ouɾ plɑnet ɑ betteɾ woɾld.
𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐿𝑢𝑘𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠. 𝑇𝑤𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑟, 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑠. 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤, ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑦, 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑇-𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑙, 𝑆𝑖𝑚𝑏𝑎. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑢𝑝𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑒𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.
Iᖴ ᗩᗪᑌᒪTS TᕼOᑌGᕼT ᒪIKᕮ ᑕᕼIᒪᗪᖇᕮᑎ…
𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤 (𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔): “𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝐿𝑢𝑘𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒. 𝑊𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙”.
𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑎𝑠, 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟, 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑦 𝑇-𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑢𝑟, 𝑅𝑒𝑥. 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠.
𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑎𝑠 (𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔): “𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝐼'𝑚 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠”.
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑦, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠.
𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤 (𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔): “𝐿𝑢𝑘𝑒, 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒?”
𝐿𝑢𝑘𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑, 𝑎𝑙𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑢𝑝𝑠𝑒𝑡, 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑑.
𝐿𝑢𝑘𝑒 (𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑙𝑦): “𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔”.
𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝐿𝑢𝑘𝑒'𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒.
𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤: “𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠…”
𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑎𝑠: “𝑌𝑒𝑝, 𝐼 𝑑𝑜… 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜”.
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑡𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑝ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒. 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝐿𝑢𝑘𝑒'𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠. 𝐵𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟.
𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤: “𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦, 𝐿𝑢𝑘𝑒. 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑤?”
𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚.
𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑎𝑠: “𝐼'𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑎 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑠. 𝑊𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜”.
𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑, 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎.
𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤: “𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡! 𝐿𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑡”.
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑠 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝐴𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘.
𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤: “𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒?”
𝐿𝑢𝑘𝑒: “𝐼𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢?”
𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤: “𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡. 𝑊𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑛”.
𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑎𝑠: “𝑌𝑢𝑝, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑠, 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡”.
𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤: “𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎, 𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑎𝑠! 𝐼'𝑚 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑑 𝑤𝑒'𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟”.
𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒.
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