Once upon a time there was a little child. A child that felt like he was the only child in the whole world. He had no other children to talk to, no other children to play with. He was surrounded by grown-ups and all they did were telling him what to do and pointing were to go - which was mostly upstairs where he would be out of the way. He had a lot of books in his room, but he was a child too energetic to be confined to books for a longer time. One would think that such child would do splendidly outdoors, but his running feet left disastrous footprints in the flowerbeds, so he was basically confined to his room with a flowerpot as a substitute for fresh air. The boy flipped his pyramid puzzle in his hands, knowing that one day he would spring away from this place and never return.
Rory's Story Cubes