Up on the Bookshelf

It was a bright and cheerful morning, for some. There is a new pillow on the bed, new company. Mary and Paprika have been relegated to the top of the bookshelf.

"It sure is high up here, Mary. I wonder if we'll ever get to climb down and play again."

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"Pretty sunshine today, huh Mary? I loooooove sunshine!"

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"Mary!  Mary?  Don't you think my hair ribbon looks fancy today? I think the lavender better compliments my fur."

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"You ever write to that boy again, Mary? The cute one with the blonde fur? If you're not gonna write to him, can I have his number? He was so cuuuuuuute!"

I need to leave...I need to get away...

I wonder if the drop is very far down...

"Be careful, Mary! Oh my dear! You could fall and get hurt!"

"Siiigggghhhh...."

"I think he liked me too, Mary. Sometimes you can just tell, am I right? He was always smiling and smiling at me, I know he's a bear and I'm a rabbit, but sometimes you just have to go for it, am I right, Mary?"