 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
Brandon was relieved that he got something right. He liked being right, mostly because he didn't like being wrong and being made fun of. Not that anyone here seemed to do that, but he always secretly worried that they would. Ooh, an activity! While he didn't usually say it, it was obvious by his smile that he liked things like that. He grabbed one(1) foam sphere with a cylinder perfectly cut out of the center, one(1) foot long dowel, one(1) small roll of parchment, and five(5) different color ribbons. He wondered if the dimensions and colors were really important, but decided they were just descriptions of the current materials.
Comets were omens. But Brandon was worried that writing a omen on the paper meant that he was wishing bad things for someone- even though the professor said it was fine- so he decided to write a happy prediction down instead. Just in case. Everyone you love will be happy someday. He was sure that had to be good luck. Then, he rolled it up neatly and put it inside the foam ball. That left the foot-long dowel and the different color ribbons. What were those for? He was curious. |