As you can see, I have a rather exciting desk.
The position of pride is a Christmas card of my brother and I when he was 5 and I was 3. I was in nursery school and was just delighted with it.
Directly in back of the Christmas card is the dictionary my mother was given when she was 13.
In front of the dictionary is my trusty keyboard.
To the left of the dictionary, and out of the picture, is Satan’s favorite spawn, the printer.
To the right of the dictionary, and out of the picture, is my resolute computer.
The exciting bits are on top of the dictionary. They are:
My dancing Jesus. It jiggles whenever something bumps the desk.
A music-box squirrel. It plays “If I Could Talk to the Animals.” The squirrel reminds me of the deeds and sacrifices of Paul’s Flying Squirrel Squadron.
An octopus on a trampoline. It likes to keep fit.
An exacto knife. I’ll use to defend myself in the, hopefully unlikely, event of terrorists bursting to my office.
A small flashlight. There are no batteries in it. The flashlight mainly functions as a conversation pieces.
An orange frog. It’s the muscle of the bunch and keeps the other critters in line.
A brown mastodon and a white mastodon. The mastodon is my spirit animal.
An orange soccer player. He’s going to head the ball in to the goal.
A porcupine.
A dachsund.
A monkey.
A blue baby dinosaur. Finally, proof that blue dinosaurs existed.
An orange cat. It’s huge. It’s head alone is as big as a dinosaur.
To the right of the dictionary is a huge, silver monkey. He is Sergeant Padraig O’Toole. He’s with the military police of Paul’s Flying Squirrel Squadron. No squadron squirrels misbehaves when he’s around. The good sergeant is also a nutcracker, so you can imagine the fear he inspires.
To the far right of the picture is my organizer, full of: magnifying glasses, magic markers, pencils, pencils, memory stcks, and other things.
So much excitement in front of me. What is there is the outside world to rival elegant joy of my desk?
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