The little boy followed the balloon through the Summer streets.
He knew nothing of the balloon except that it was red and tied with a glistening blue string: and that he must follow it, wherever the wind might float it.
And although the boy didn’t understand how he knew, still he knew the balloon was leading him home.
And so he followed.
And so the balloon lead him to the Lolly Shop on Hope Street.

One reply on “The Lolly Shop on Hope Street”
Sounds like the most perfect home ever! Now I must go find my own balloon.
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