And now we wait

Parent, peeking around the wall in the background: Whatcha doin', kiddo? Child, having set up a cardboard box manual fall trap leaning on a forked stick with a string and holding the other end of the string, which cardboard box is clumsily labeled "angel food" with an arrow pointing down: If I catch an angel, I get to make a wish when I let it go. Parent: I don't think— Angel, small and made of interlocking wheels with seven eyes and six wings: No, it's true. But that's a big 'if'.


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