He laughed loud and long and hard, his heart bursting with pride and joy.Īfter many disappointments, someone had finally made a Pick, one so powerful it had shaken the very foundation of the Command Center. He spun in three complete circles, moving himself with the tips of his toes, almost as though he were dancing. One of the names had a flashing purple checkmark next to it, which made Master George gasp and sit down in his specially-ordered, magnetically adjustable, ergonomically sophisticated swivel chair. Several hundred names were listed in alphabetical order, their letters glowing green, a variety of symbols and colors to the right of each name. A large computer screen took up the entire left wall. He threw the covers off, put on his velvet slippers, and shuffled to the next room where all kinds of buzzing machinery and humming trinkets blinked and clinked and chirped. Something shook me.Īnd then he shot up into a sitting position, any remnant of sleep completely quashed. He’d pulled his blanket up too far, exposing his feet, and wondered if the chill of the night had awakened him. He looked down at his toes, poking out from his red crocheted socks like little mice searching for food.
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