Her long legs which seem to go on forever, are very muscular and well toned from always working outdoors."Sweety, are you ready for something to eat, ...ou must be famished after that long drive up here?" "Yea Grandma, but first i want to sit down and relax before eating." Ben, I know you're here to help me out but first you get something to eat and take the day off today." Climbing the stairs to my room on the 2nd floor i crashed on the bed and soon was fast asleep.Later that afternoon i woke to. "She started to carefully unwrap the package covered in cloth, underneathwas a piece of dull metal that was spiderwebbed with patina."Looka this, Lady Tinkerbell. My daddy - I mean - the King brought thisback from his journeys to far off lands. He just gave it to me thismorning."She carefully pulled the cloth away to reveal a very old silver teapot.Several primitive-looking images were faded beyond recognition, littlemore than dull smudges. What looked like a worn inscription in whatmight have. ”“Uncle Sean said he wouldn’t have minded being smaller though.”“Did he? I thought he’d always got on quite well with it.”“I wouldn’t mind my bits being smaller.”Freddie had to look, of course. “They’re fine. Don’t worry about your dad. Dads always worry about their daughters, when they get to your age. Lots of guys will love them being a good size.”“Mmmmm. Did you ever ask to show yours to Auntie Miranda?”“No I didn’t. I did worry about it though, until I got to college.”“Mark asked me. To. .. I didn't... Yeah. Justgive me a second." Okay," she replied. "But don't take too long. The media is waiting forpictures and interviews before you need to get ready for yourperformance."I nodded, but things still seemed so surreal. The only thing tethering meto the ground at this point was the weight of the statue in my hand. Iheld it tightly, trying to wrestle myself into some semblance of order. I still didn't feel normal moments later when the young woman led mefurther down the hall. I.