Canon
“Why is there a request for six dozen soccer balls on here?” I growled as I looked at the list again. “This is a mistake, right? Why do we need six dozen soccer balls? It’s not like this is our last order for the year.”
Knox tossed Daisy up in the air and grunted exaggeratedly when he caught her. She laughed like it was the most hysterical thing she’d ever experienced. “Again,” she demanded.
“Apparently, some of the older kids are bursting them accidentally,” he explained when he tossed Daisy again. “Although, I found a soccer ball in the woods with puncture marks in it, so I also suspect wolves are stealing them and playing with them.”
And do doubt having the best time of their lives. The annoyance seeped out of me. In the last ten months, we’d taken in twenty-five separate beta
