"Sparkles!"
"No, darling, don't run, I need your help..." It was too late, and Bell's mother sighed as her small daughter ran out the door, chasing at full speed the cart which had just rolled by. *Gandalf and his magic. Ah well, I was a child once... and I remember fully how the showers of colours enchanted me.* She closed her eyes, the memory of a particularly brilliant blue, green, and purple starburst coming unwarned into her mind. Blinking, she acted - tossing the dishcloth onto the table, she also ran down the lane, following her daughter and the streams of hobbit children in a mad-happy run after the fireworks cart...
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