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A little flower bed, sneaky weeds and one hungry snail.

A wicker basket, a checked blanket and a picnic that has to fit.

A summer night, a creaky porch and a band of frogs.

Balls of yarn on a pincushion and one big tangle.

A little griddle, hungry guests and a stack that keeps growing.

A half-sewn quilt, a few numbers and a pattern waiting to appear.

A flat stone, a quiet lake and lily pads to bounce off.

Wooden blocks, a lamp and a shape drawn on the wall.

Fruit carts at night, a hillside railway and a market at the bottom.

Colored sand, a glass frame and a picture that appears layer by layer.

A little garden plot. Two alike grow into something new.

A hazelnut, a wooden tray and a table full of chocolate.

Letters on balloons, drifting over the rooftops.

A bike, a basket of parcels and a busy little street.

A tin of buttons. One is not like the others.

Listen to the birds, then sing it back.

Plant, grow, and fill the harvest basket.

Grow the noodle, then slurp it at the spoon.

Read the order, slice the fruit, serve the juice.

Fill the gaps, give it a push, hear the ding.

Turn the pipes, watch the garden bloom.

A cozy shelf, one tidy set at a time.

A folded page and a long breeze.

A quiet pond that fills your pockets.

One spice per jar. Calm and tidy.

Tap to drop. Build it tall.