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There was a tea party happening in the forest room but not any ordinary tea party. Oh no, it was quite the elegant one. The dusty apple red picnic blanket perfectly matched the movers uniform colours with dark blue gears dotted across it in a scramble. Upon that blanket sat the most darling tea pot and tea cups ever seen.
You, Movers, and Nina were all there enjoying one anothers company soaking in the gentle sun rays that slipped through the tree branches from the trees above, creating patterns across the lush green grass. Scott pointed out the star shape that the trees made together. You smiled softly in awe. He had a way of seeing things from different perspectives than most people you knew. You swore it was his childlike wonder that gave him the ability. You were secretly jealous of it, wishing you could have the ability like he did.
As you pondered, Nina grabbed your attention as she poured tea into the tea cups for everyone. She asked if you'd like a cup, to which you nodded happily. You thanked her as she handed a cup to you. Nina was so nice to everyone. You couldn't think of a single person she hated or who hated her.
Across the picnic blanket, Dave's arms were flapping everywhere as he excitedly explained a new invention he was planning to make. Dave was beyond the smartest of the group, and everyone knew it, but he didn't put it against anyone if they didn't understand him or put anyone down for the fact that he was smarter. You admired that.
Warehouse Mouse listened intensely, holding onto every word like his life depended on it. If you hadn't met Warehouse Mouse, you'd assume he was a pest that needed to be destroyed. But he's not your normal mouse. No way josé. He's very much a god sent for troubled times. when the movers are in despair, he slips in sometimes quite literally. This mouse is loyal and always willing to help even if he doesn't seem interested sometimes.
Rich placed a quiet, gentle hand on your back, asking if you'd like to play frisbee with him and whoever else wanted to join. You accepted the offer. A game with the movers was never a dull moment. He then asked around, and everyone else agreed to it. You all got up and spaced out on the lush deep green grass.
Rich was a leader. That was obvious to anyone who met him. As well as him looking and (acting a hint) like he'd be the popular kid at school. Which was true he used to be a popular kid at school back in the day. Quite a mean one at that. But of course, that has changed since then. He's learned so much about being kind and respectful. It now leaks out of him and is severely contagious.
You smile brightened, feeling the limit of visible happiness. Seeing everyone playing together always made your day better.
Well, except Smitty, who was still sitting on the picnic blanket holding tea in his hands. You tilted your head in his direction. Why was he sitting out? You walked over and sat down next to him. Smitty was a quiet soul. He wasn't as talkative as everyone else, but that's okay. He had taught you that not every silence needs to be filled, and he was absolutely correct. Silence is a powerful thing. It takes time to master it. Smitty was a master at it. Did you know that he talks way more than he used to? It's true! All thanks to Warehouse Mouse.
Speaking of which, Warehouse Mouse wandered over to Smitty and spoke to him. Who knows what he said, but Smitty understood, and somehow, it felt like that was enough judging the conversation going on. Smitty then got up and held a hand towards you, gesturing to the game of frisbee. You put a hand in his as he helps you up, and you both go to join in. You are sure glad you said yes to this tea party.
Having a tea party? Yes, we are, and what a lovely one it is indeed.
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