It Looked More Like a Pyramid

Most mornings, I let the twins sleep in.  I suppose I could go in and wake them when I get Zoë and Zane up for school.  (Starting tomorrow that will be Zoë, Zane and Zia.)  But then, what would be the fun in that.  I mean, left to their own devices, the unsupervised moments just after rising provides a most interesting period of creative expression.  Take for instance, this morning. 

Upon hearing my little raccoons awake, I ventured upstairs and tentatively opened the door in anticipation of what I might find. 

Zella, sitting on her bed, proudly announced, "It's a castle!" pointing to the mound of fluff she had been meticulously arranging.

"Where did all that stuffing come from?" I asked attempting to follow the fluff trail to ascertain it's origin.

It didn't take me long to find it, a little rabbit, fluff free lying in a clump on the floor between their beds.  "Guys, what happened to little bunny?"

"He's dead," Zander flatly stated.

And surely he was.

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