Otis

Otis is very good at standing still.  He loves to people watch, but is painfully shy and fears someone may ask him a question or get bothered by his staring.  He has a tree suit he wears to the park, and because he can stand so still and be so quiet, he goes unnoticed.  On a rare occasion a child will look up at him and be delighted that there is a tree with a smiling ace looking back down at them.  When this happens, Otis reaches out his hand and gives them the nickels and dimes that he picks up on his walks to the park.  Then he whispers, "money really does grow on trees!"  And the children skip of happily, dreaming of the super bouncy ball they will get when they put their change into the machine at the grocery store.  Otis is over here now.

My dad used to drop dimes out of the holes in his pockets so that my brothers and I would find them and be able to get gumballs at the grocery store.  I think he didn't want to spoil us, so he wouldn't just give them to us when we asked.  Plus it was more fun to just find them.  

I am a little bit concerned about my arm which feels funny.  I might not sew today and just take it easy, I really hope I didn't give myself carpal tunnel syndrome with my pillow monster pursuits---probably not though.