The Monotony of Looking For Flowers
Finch comes to her house and shows Clove the baby fox she found in the woods.
“What is that?” asks Clove, pointing at the baby fox.
“A baby fox,” replies Finch. “I’m thinking of naming her-”
“Did you find the primroses?” Clove asks, punctuating(1) what Finch was about to say.
“Oh, um, no….” starts Finch.
“Why?” Clove says in an exhausting(2) tone.
“Well, I couldn't find them. So I was going to have the fox help me.” Finch says, trying her best to have a soothing(3) tone. She doesn’t like Clove getting mad at her.
“You honestly think that’s a realistic(4) plan?” Clove says in both disbelief and confusion.
“It is realistic! The fox seemed to be very constant(5).” Finch argues.
“NO, IT’S NOT! Jeez,
Finch comes to her house and shows Clove the baby fox she found in the woods.
“What is that?” asks Clove, pointing at the baby fox.
“A baby fox,” replies Finch. “I’m thinking of naming her-”
“Did you find the primroses?” Clove asks, punctuating(1) what Finch was about to say.
“Oh, um, no….” starts Finch.
“Why?” Clove says in an exhausting(2) tone.
“Well, I couldn't find them. So I was going to have the fox help me.” Finch says, trying her best to have a soothing(3) tone. She doesn’t like Clove getting mad at her.
“You honestly think that’s a realistic(4) plan?” Clove says in both disbelief and confusion.
“It is realistic! The fox seemed to be very constant(5).” Finch argues.
“NO, IT’S NOT! Jeez,