Pomianna
” I’m glad we’re home!” Pomi sighed and stepped out of my bag.
” Was it that bad? ”
” The woman at the next table was annoying. She did nothing but complain. Yes, the one with the funny earrings.” 
” You’re not supposed to listen in on other people’s conversations.”
” Why not? I didn’t have a choice. She spoke loud enough for those at the back of the room to hear her.” 
” I think she was a very unhappy woman.”
” She could have been unhappy a bit more silently. Besides, no matter how sad you are, there is always something to be happy, to be glad about.” 
” Is that so?”
” Yes of course. Like Pollyanna.”
” Pollyanna?”
” Yes, Pollyanna. She was always happy and found something to be glad about in every situation. Rather annoying if you ask me. She called it the Glad Game.” 
” I know, I know! Would you like to play?”
” Do I look like Pollyanna to you?”
” More like Gretel I’d say. Tell me, my litte darling, what’s good about being small?”
” I’m not playing the Glad Game!” 
” No longer concerned about your height?” 
” No. I’m a very happy person. I love being small.” 
” You do?”
” Yes, because if I were bigger, would I be cute?” 
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…and the answer is?
” I asked first.” says Pomi 🙂 😉 🙂 !