The fuzzy pink fur nuzzled her nostrils, tantalizing her into a chaotic fit of sneezing....

Lucy was prone to that. Never mind the fact synthetic pink feathers were not made for one’s nose. You would think that she would have learned, but she was much too curious for that. Lucy collected everything. Cotton balls, bright colored Q-tips, odd rocks, rare finds. Oh yes, don’t forget the local stray cats, dogs, and wild toads, anything that could fit nicely into her coverall pockets or tag along behind her. Her collecting was as wild as she was. Lucy’s tousled blonde hair flew into her eyes, they gleamed mischief.