I finished tying my brown hair into a bun. From upstairs I heard a knock at the door, "Sylvia? Are you ready to go?" A familiar voice called through the door. Over my white t-shirt I quickly buttoned up my tan casaco and grabbed my glasses. I ran down the stairs and quickly opened the door. Before me was Curt, a gray urso that never seemed happy. He stepped through the door and closed it behind him, "Man I hate winter, it's just to cold!" He complained as he waited for me to put my Gracie Grace boots on and straightened his gray jaqueta under his laranja scarf."It's only for a little while longer."...

"Have a nice day!" Wadsworth waved as Mrs. Locke walked out the door into the whipping snow. He bent down behind the counter, a rack had been loosened por the encyclopedias weighting down.

The sino above the door rang, Wadsworth adjusted the shelf before standing up to be surprised por Iris in front of the counter.

"Ah!" He quickly took a step back, "Oh sorry!" Iris shifted around her bare feet. "Your store still has the heated floor boards.." Wadsworth waved it off, "It's fine, they keep the customers coming."

She relaxed. "I wanted to show you something I found," Iris dug through her bag and...