[RiddleRose]: 298.Contest Entries.five words 9

When one is nine, one is always up to some sort of mischief. Or at least, that's what the grownups think. We children think differently. Right now, I'm crouching here, above the living room, listening to the doctor talking to my mother. I can only hear their voices though, not their words, and I soon lose interest. I scurry on silent feet through a torrent of dusty light, over to my latest project. It's almost ready. The stolen candle wick dangles enticingly, suspended in clear sugar water. It's already coated with geometric lumps, and soon it will be time to take it out and with delight crunch the rock candy between my teeth! This is definitely my best mischief ever!