A Knock At The Door

Mr Arthur and I had an appointment today to look at some vacant properties. However, he called to cancel our plans as he had an emergency, and had to meet with his publisher.  Consequently, Kinsey and I decided that we were going to stay home and have a lazy pajama day.
That is when we heard a knock at the door. The question then is, should you answer it or ignore it? Luckily, I chose to answer it.

It is not everyday that you open the door and see two sets of muscular calves as big as tree trunks standing before you!

It turns out that it was the boys who helped move my office furniture. They told me that they had come across an old piano and was wondering if I wanted it.
Upon hearing the word "piano", Kinsey came running to the door.

"Hello, did I hear correctly? You have a piano?" Kinsey inquired.

"Yes, you heard correctly," the redhead clarified. Kinsey became very animated and was literally hopping up and down with excitement. "Oh yes, yes, YES! I WANT IT! I mean – Isabelle wants a piano!" 

I have never seen Kinsey so excited about something. She told them to bring it in. I don't think I even said a word, but just stood back in amazement while Kinsey rearranged my house and gave directions!

The boys moved the heavy object with ease and put it in place without a scratch.

Kinsey thanked the boys and spent the afternoon cleaning and polishing the piano. Apparently she learned to play from a young age, and her doll-hood dream was to become a famous music teacher.

Kinsey played all afternoon. The living room was filled with the most wonderful melodies. It was incredible to watch her fingers dance around on the keyboard.

 I'm telling you, this doll has wonderful talent! I hope that one day she fulfills her dream.

Cheerio,
Isabelle