This was it, it was a new year in burrogatory, and one of her first. Elvira spent so much time picking out things with her friends that day. Buns everywhere were handling sparklers, either lighting them up early, or selling them. Some younger looking buns were coating the stick part in wax, no doubt for some…intense play later. Elvira shook the thought away. She passed shops selling cookies in the shape of sparklers, special drinks made with already lit sparkl...
