Mama always said curiosity killed the cat, but I ain't no cat, and even if I was, I think I might give up a life to have me a look on the other side of that door. Sign on the barn says it holds "Curiosites" in French, which makes it curiouser still. All the more so for being here, where nothing curious happens near every day. Trying not to look in that barn is like Mama settin' a freshly baked birthday cake on the kitchen table and saying, "Now don't you stick your finger in that frosting to taste any before dessert." You just know what's gonna happen. It's human nature. Now, maybe after having my hand slapped countless times with Mama's old wooden spoon for sneaking a taste of that frosting, I'd have figured that human nature ain't always trustworthy. Or particularly smart. And it is exactly that part of my nature that's leading me to try to peek into the locked barn and get inside for a look around...
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Theme Thursday, Curious
