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Marisand's Super Sign

“It started at the mall of Marisand,
an after-school shopping expedition.”

It started at the mall of Marisand,
an after-school shopping expedition.

Dilys and Aeronwy going to Marisand's

I wonder…maybe I could hold her hand?

My father sent me here, we’re on a mission.

I wonder…maybe I could hold her hand?
“My father sent me here, we’re on a mission.”

Dilys and Aeronwy entering Marisand's

She asked me here, I came at her request.

For what, exactly, does your father yearn?

I’m not quite sure which section is the best.

She asked me here, I came at her request.
“For what, exactly, does your father yearn?”
“I’m not quite sure which section is the best.”

Dilys and Aeronwy, close (but not that close)

I’ll take her hand, and then to me she’ll turn,
and like a dream among those aisles of clutter…

I’ll take her hand, and then to me she’ll turn,
and like a dream among those aisles of clutter…

Aeronwy and Dilys approach the cages

She strode ahead—I hurried up behind—
when came a voice like oily rancid butter.

Dear Aeronwy! What can I help you find?

She strode ahead—I hurried up behind—
when came a voice like oily rancid butter.
“Dear Aeronwy! What can I help you find?”