Afraid of his mother, Jacob crouched behind a chair and watched her vacuum the carpet in the Florida room. The sucking pulled at the tinsel on the Christmas tree as she lifted red and green packages to rid the floor of the brown nettles. This he enjoyed very much. When she wasn’t watching, he would have to try for himself to see how close he could get the vacuum to the tinsel before it got inhaled, as if the vacuum was a hungry monster and the tinsel a bad guy getting snorted into its whirling, toothy mouth.
“Jacob, clean up your toys in the sunroom so Nana can sit out there in peace.”
“But I’m playing.”
“If you don’t clean up every toy on that porch, I’m going to throw them all away, and you’ll get nothing for Christmas.”
Jacob dashed past the tinsel-eating monster, opened the sliding glass door, and sat on the specked-black, forest green indoor/outdoor carpet.
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