The sun was setting, sinking in slowly. I stroked the little monkey figure that was no bigger than my thumbnail. He was lucky. Lucy was the luckiest thing.
Lucy the monkey smiled up, his face forever in plastic. He tottled on the porch. On top of the world. If only I could be that way.
"Justice Ohio!" screamed my mother. I sighed and went inside.
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The man in the black cloak carefully tumbled up the steps. He saw nothing. The coast was clear! He reached. I saw all this from the window. I didn't stop him.
His eyes tightened at the skin. His face smacked on the porch. He had tripped on Lucy. Oh, what was it like to be on top of the world...