Patchwork dandelion bullet holes at 2am.

It's 2am and I am rudely awakened by the thump, thump of tiny angry feet. I glance upon the wall, expecting to see my collection of lovely, if creepy Babushka babies. I blinked three times to be sure, but the wall is bare of my lovely patchwork collection.

Instead I see a list of demands taped upon the wall, illuminated by eerie glowing green lights.

The Prompts:

a. Patchwork

b. Dandelions

c. Babushka Dolls

d. Bullet Holes

e. 2am

What can this mean.

I jumped out of bed, out the window I see a host of Babushka dolls angrily tramping through my lovely dandelion field. Oh no you don't, I cried. I grabbed my shotgun from beneath the bed, fully loaded, it was good to go. Click, crack, trigger ready. Boom, boom, boom.

I cried as each doll's eyes became bullet holes

Though I must say, they seemed even more eerily attractive

As their creepy eyes glowed in shades of dandelion red and pink.

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It is 2am, and I am rudely awakened by the thump, thump, thump

Of little tiny angry feet. Tick, tock went the clock.

Upon the wall, my gorgeous evil Babushkas smile!!!!!!

I say, were they smiling yesterday?

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