The King Wants to Meet Us
“How shall I cut this cloth, Channie? It’s still too big for your doll.” Holder spread up a big, orange cloth to his front, along with a scissor on his left hand. He was examining the fabric of its quality and texture, eager to show Channie of how he shall make a dress for her most favorite teddy bear. “I don’t know, Holder. You are the one who says you can do it, so you do it,” said Channie, as if mocking Holder because of the fact that Holder presented to sew a dress for her teddy bear. “Hmm,” Holder thought some more time, “I think this would—ah, no—would it be—aha!”—until a bright idea came to him about the dress, that he started smiling because he knew he had thought something great. He then looked at Channie. “I will show you my sewing skills.” He winked at the child, and start
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