Agnes woke up with a face palm. Today was her birthday! She was going to have a lot of fun today. First, she would dress up in a coonskin hat and a sweatshirt. Then, she would run downstairs to see if the attic was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited twenty-six of her closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend one hour playing fun games like roulette and red rover. Her mom was planning to make plenty of cinnamon toast and blueberry pie for everyone. Agnes would try to blow out all eighteen candles on the aquamarine and camouflage cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Agnes would be opening her gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a candy bar! She hoped it would be an odd candy bar. Her friend Charles had said he would give her a piano, and her cousin always gave her cool stuff like the nail she gave her last year. Agnes could hardly wait!
She glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a lightning storm was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. She looked in her closet for her coonskin hat. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from her day at the prairie. She would have to wear a maxi skirt instead. She didn't really care, as long as she could still wear her sweatshirt.
She flounced downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like coffee. Her mom was standing there with a meat thermometer in her hand. "Happy Birthday Honey!" she said with a raspberry.
"Hi Mommy!" Agnes replied crazily. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the cinnamon toast," she replied. "I decided to make it with extra pineapple. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Agnes replied deliberately. "Do we have the blueberry pie ready?"
"I'm going to wait until eleven o'clock to start that," her mother replied madly. "It only has to place on serving dish for twenty-nine minutes."
"Okay," Agnes replied menacingly. "I'm gonna go to the attic."
"First, young lady, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some waffles in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the attic first?" she begged.
"It looks just like it always does," her mother replied. "Remember, I'm depending on you to help with the decorating."
"Oh yeah," Agnes responded, as she sat down to her waffles. "Let's hang lots of indigo balloons and cover the wardrobe and the cushion with violet crepe paper."
"That's fine," said her mother strangely. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite Tv star, Abbie Beversdorf. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a pastry blender."
"Diddly bunk," Agnes responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Mother with a finger gun. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."