Anonymous Gifts Start Arriving At The Doorstep
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~Teenager~Camouflage~Birch~Harmony~Rifle~Screen-Door~Wrinkle~Dive~Pick-up~Sticker~
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Mitch finished getting ready for school, and he went to the door. He was home alone now; his parents had both left for work by this point.
As he opened the screen door, he saw a box lying on the ground. He picked it up, cautious, yet curious. The box was seemingly harmless, so he brought it inside. It had been wrapped in beautiful, shiny, rose-gold wrapping paper.
Mitch placed the box on the kitchen table, and went back outside. He walked to school, and went the rest of the day acting like nothing had happened.
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Mitch got home later that afternoon, and immediately went to the box. He opened it. It had been wrapped a bit clumsily, but it was apparent that the person had tried their best.
Inside the paper was an unmarked cardboard box. This is the strangest thing, Mitch thought. But, he shrugged, and opened the box with scissors (it had been shut with packing tape).
Inside were packing peanuts, and something wrapped with bubble wrap. On the bubble wrap was a sticker that read, For Mitch. I thought you would appreciate it. Love, Ira.
Mitch looked at the note, puzzled. Then, he started to think. He had never heard of a person named Ira. He decided to ignore that. He opened the bubble wrap, and his eyes widened at what he saw.
The gift was a wooden statue of a treble staff, with the word 'Tenor' spelled across it in a pretty font.
Mitch smiled. He figured that the staff was made from birch wood, and he loved it. He brought the statue to his room. It was nearly the length of his forearm, so he couldn't think of where to put it. Then, he decided to put a nail in his wall, and put the 'f' line of the staff on the nail.
Mitch looked at the item, and couldn't help wondering who on earth gave gifts that way.
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The next day, on the way back from school, Mitch found another wrapped box. He grinned, bringing it in. This was a smaller box, and inside was another wooden gadget, this one in the shape of Texas. It had several things carved onto it: a microphone wearing a cowboy hat, a pick-up truck, which had what looked like a rifle carved into the bed area, and what was probably a sun.
Mitch giggled. It was Texas, and the stereotypes about Texas.
He put this one on his bedside table, leaning it against the wall.
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Every day, Mitch found something on the porch. After the Texas statue, it was a wooden statue of roses. The flowers were painted with something like red, white, pink, yellow, orange, peach, burgundy, purple, green, blue, and black camouflage. Mitch had smiled at that. His English class had had to pick a topic for a presentation earlier that year, and he had done roses because he loved them. He knew that these were the different colors a rose could be. Not all of them were in nature, like blue and black, but blue could be derived from blue-toned purple, and this was a more purple color than blue. Black could also come from dark red or purple. This was red-tinted. There were thirteen roses, which Mitch had in his presentation. Thirteen, if he remembered right, meant a secret admirer.
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