A Drop Of Golden Sun

Like the upstart of a spring shower, the little voices began as whispers. Before anyone could decipher the crescendo, the three girls from the far back table practically leapt from their chairs in unison. Reminiscent of a water ballet or theatrical rendition of "The Sound of Music" the three children rose and broadcast their final words to "Five Little Pumpkins" to the awe-struck silent classroom. Their mouths agape, their voices pitched high, they slightly tipped their heads towards each other upon completing the Halloween tune. Youngsters and adults alike were pleasantly awarded with a timeless treat of singing angels.

I thought to myself, "Yeah, see the tall one? That one's mine."

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