<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00"> Lilly May Johnson </span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Button</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/c9e624d3-8a57-4d03-be16-cb5a4f8fde13_zpsdff13db0.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Lilly nodded enthusiastically. She wanted to learn that skill! She was bit sad that the squirrels in the story died, but she would shoot squirrels too if they made her mommy sad. She imagined her own mother's face twisted into an upset expression and it made her unhappy. She would never let her mommy be sad, or anyone else if she could help it. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"Yes pwease!“</span> she said enthusiastically, excited at the prospect of learning something new. Her brother looked uncertain, but seemed to accept the exchange.</div>