Feng Yuhuai swung a red cloth doll in her hand, full of joy as she walked down the alley, heading to the "lost and found" midnight snack.
The sound of tidy clattering echoed from the cobblestones.
Thirty-six Human Puppets held hands, following behind her. The clothes they wore swayed gently in the night breeze—scarlet skirts, indigo long robes, apricot yellow jackets, each freshly laundered and bright.
Feng Yuhuai was indeed thoughtful, not only dressing these puppets in new clothes but also carefully styling each one's hair in various fashions.
"First impressions are important; everyone must be dressed properly."
Feng Yuhuai diligently reminded her family.
This was also a life lesson taught to her by Feng Ju since she was a child.
She suddenly turned, her fingertips brushing the cheeks of the puppet in the front row.
