While the blustery storm outside continued to thrash the trees about and dump snow on the lawn, Kenny Watson was snug in his room, retreating into his imagination.
He had all of his toy cars lined up in front of him and was beginning to build their world in his mind. Each vehicle was bestowed with a driver who had an elaborate back-story, and a flimsy reason to be sent speeding around the plastic loop that had been set up in the middle of the floor.
Kenny was so engrossed in his toys that he didn’t hear his mom come up the stairs with the biggest mug in the house full of hot chocolate. She set it down beside the busy traffic director and returned to the living room to finish her book. Kenny was surprised to find the cup of cold chocolate when he had to take a much needed pit stop of his own.
He debated with himself for a moment whether to incorporate a giant toxic lake into his ring-of-death scenario, but decided to drink the delicious beverage, instead.
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