First and Last line: Boy and his Bear
It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of the night, and the voice on the other end asking for someone she was not. The voice on the other line was a younger voice, around the age of 8 I would guess. He seemed to be both confused and amused before the confusing just becomes amusement. “Miss?” he called out after a few moments. “Yes? What is it?” I reply, because despite how tired I was and how late it is, I can’t help but wonder why a little boy is calling me at this hour of night. “Miss, what kind of flower is on your face?” He asked a muffled laugh after. Smiling slightly, she decided to play along. “What kind?” The boy giggled, and she was startled to hear the sound of some animal in the back ground. “Tulips!” He exclaimed before erupting in to laughter. She shook her head, unable to hide her own mirth. Suddenly, from behind the boy was a deep rumbling sound of a bear. She gasped, what was a bear doing with a little boy? Bears should be in the forest and little boys should be in bed. “Boy, who is that with you?” she asked, hoping to figure out what was going on. The line went silent, and then she heard the sound of whispers. Was the bear speaking?” suddenly all she could hear was the dial tone of the phone meaning the boy had hung up. Elsewhere, in an enchanted forest, a little boy set the rock he had used to call the lady down while receiving a slight glare from the man dressed like a bear. “Sorry pa…” The boy said, knowing that the bear man couldn’t be found by normal people. The bear man shook his head before taking the boys hand and started walking back up the hill. “Its fine, no more pebble calls though. Now what shall we do?” He asked, receiving a grin from the boy. He was glad not to be in trouble and pounced on the man who shifted back into his bear form with a playful growl. They forgot all about the lady, who could have gotten them in trouble, but wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the forest, a little boy and his bear will always be playing.
So imaginative, Danielle. I like that word "mirth" you used. Haven't seen that one in a while...
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