Canada and Nikki

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Canada and Nikki opened the door of his cabin. "This is a very nice home you have." Canada smiled. "Thank you. I will prepare the guest room for you." Nikki followed Canada to the guest room. It was old and dusty. "Do people not visit you because you're different?" Canada looked at her. "No, they just can't see me. Which makes me curious, how did you see me?" Nikki looked up at him with her sweet innocent blue eyes. "You're not the only one who has been ignored by people." Canad felt bad for her. She had been ignored since birth. "Hey, Why don't we go shopping tomorrow? Does that sound good to you?" Nikki smiled and agreed to go with him to the store. "Tell me about yourself,Nikki. I don't know much about you. Do you have a favorite toy or something?" Nikki got into bed and replied. "I don't have toys. I play with sticks and leaves. All the toys belong to Katherine. When they break only then they are mine. I am sleepy, good night." Nikki fell asleep and Canada left her to sleep. He wanted to call America to scold him about Nikki, but he realized that it wasn't his fault. Canada went to bed.  The next morning, Nikki was already awake and ready to go. Canada made them pancakes and then left for the store. He had to get some food from the store. As they walked by the dairy aisle, Nikki tugged on his coat. "What are those?" She pointed at the bags of milk. He forgot in America, they came in plastic gallons. "That is milk. In Canada, milk comes in bags instead of plastic jugs." Nikki nodded in understanding. She was looking at a stuffed brown bear. "Would you like that bear?" Nikki nodded in excitement. "I will name him after you! So I will never forget you!" Canada smiled. "Why don't you give him my human nickname, Mattie." Nikki smiled brightly. After they went shopping, Nikki held onto Mattie. Alot of kids tried to buy the bear off her with candy and money, but Nikki was stubborn about the bear. Canada knew why, it was the only toy she ever own that wasn't destroyed.

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