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A letter to Maryann for a Power Reviewer's Group contest
Dear Maryann,

         Can you believe it’s been 10 years already?  I remember when you were a wee one; you looked so cute that first day, black suitcase in hand, ready to face the world.  We watched as you walked down the hall, carefully exploring the dim dark depths of this cavernous place.  You never faltered though, we saw you quickly make friends.  It was so cute to watch you play, and every day your writing improved.  I was especially pleased when you formed a group and used some of the terms we’d shared from our favorite TV show.  Being a ‘Trekkie’ was always something we both loved, we’d sit there side by side and laugh at some of the antics.  You seemed to really like the episodes that  featured Harry Mudd, or the Ferengi.  You’d hug me close during tense moments of battle with the Klingon’s; those are the moments that I remember the most.

         Then there was the day you grabbed your suitcase, but it had turned YELLOW!  At first I thought you’d be upset; I’ve always equated Yellow with something being aged too long.  But you were very pleased, and jumped for glee, it seemed like days (and I’m sure it was), before you managed to stop smiling so much.  But still, you kept writing, and it kept improving.  I’d sit and watch you work on something for hours, never tiring of seeing your pretty face.  And your group! It grew by leaps and bounds, and I guess it was doing good on it’s own.  You talked of friends, but none ever came by the house; I began to think it was all in your head.  Then I overheard you talking one day, and a word kept popping up in two forms, Net, and Internet.  I didn’t know what to think, the only nets I knew of were used in fishing, something we all enjoyed doing from time to time.  Now I was more confused, but you were happy, and that was all that mattered.

         Finally a big day arrived.  I figured you’d given birth the way you jumped and shouted, but apparently it wasn’t anything close to that.  Your suitcase had turned blue, and instead of being a sickly blue, it was sky blue, and that was a big deal.  I guess.  Again, you were happy, and that was all I cared about.

         Now it’s been ten years, and things are going stronger than ever for you.  But I can’t keep on like this, I don’t see as well, and my legs don’t carry me as fast as they once did.  But still, you and your Trekkie friends have your moments, and I smile.  It’s about all I can do nowadays, I’m too slow to chase cats anymore.  I just want you to know that I love you the only way I know how, with all my heart.  Happy 10th Anniversary Maryann!


The Dog

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