5.24 Lost

 The little yellow house waited far back in the distance. With their sandy feet and jingling pockets all the island was theirs. There were rides to experience, performers to watch, endless beaches to explore, and treats to be tasted. Where to start first was the only dilemma.

Chaining their hands together, they ran through the sand, hopped anxiously in lines, and looked in wide eyed wonder.

As the sun grew hot they went for their desserts, cool treats piled high in its cone. The littlest one watched incredulously as his iced treasure slipped down and pooled together on the ground.