tiny sketch no. 25

Though it was barely October Timothy was already wearing his special pajamas with the feet in them. His mother said they would be much too hot, and she was right-- but they were exactly what he needed to sneak around the house. After he was properly tucked in, Timothy waited until all the lights were out and slight snores rattled the floorboards. Then he carefully tiptoed down the stairs, past the reading room, and into the kitchen. There, on top of the fridge, were the glossy colored pages that called out to him. With a quick swish of the broom, he swept the thing he craved into his stubby arms. He nearly yelped with delight-- but caught himself and instead made an odd gurgling sound. The Christmas toy catalog was finally his!