First it was Train Children. Then it was Train Flowers. Now it's Train Toys!
They get some minor surgery to insert a long cable tie halfway through their middle so they can be fastened on the train. No, the train isn't moving when they hitch their ride. There is a stopping area not too far from where we live and if I'm lucky there might be a train there on the weekend.
Susan just shakes her head and mutters strange things when I come home on Saturdays with a bag full of stuff. The best toys come from garage sales I find while riding my bike. At one sale I saw a few and asked the little boy standing there with his mother if he had any more. He ran back inside and came back with a whole bunch of them. Of course I bargained the price down but I think his mother was glad to get rid of them.
There are still Train Children.
When I ride my bike now I'm prepared with flowers, toys and Train Children -- just in case a train is sitting. If you ever see a train, look for them. Susan yells at me to not look at them if we see them while driving. She knows that if I ever actually see anything I had put on a train I'd probably wreck the car.
I'm still making birds.
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