marc stopped complaining about the bottom of the barrel. an empty barrel was always an empty barrel. every time he tipped the lid off and ducked his head inside, the bottom was still a part of the barrel.
naturally, the following day, he found some new candies to add to the barrel. he tore at the paper sacks they'd been delivered in, and tipped them in one at a time. the echoing of the bouncing candies was mellowed with each load.
finally he stood and replaced the lid. on the table the shredded sacks waited. grabbing the first, he balled it up with both hands, then reached for another. when he had gathered them all, he had no idea where they should go. marc left the door open behind him, walking out to toss away the papers. he left the barrel standing where it had stood empty.
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