Pllphhlltttt. That was me shuffling a deck of cards.
At my family’s lake house, in a secretary desk, by the porch door that once ran over a mouse, there are at least 14 different, ancient decks of cards. They’ve been around so long and been shuffled so many times and by so many hands you just have to look at them with the gleam of “game” in your eye and they sift into go mode. Ah, the hundreds of pennies I lost playing canasta and 31 with my Great Grandma B over grilled cheese and grape juice lunches. Our family is ruthless with cards. There was no “let the grandchildren win”- you got a sound card carnage same as anyone else because that’s how you learned to appreciate your jingling pockets. So, moral of that story is (besides make sure to count the cards in the deck BEFORE you start playing): I love playing cards.
The flat little royal family of the coveted face cards are the coolest. The symmetrical patterns and mirrored visages are enough to confuse any quality delivery person (which way IS up?!) and the designs are bold, haughty, and full of neat little details. Enter my laporid knave.
Mr. Jack Rabbit could of course be a member of no other suit than spades, being somewhat of a gardener himself (McGregor taught him everything he knows). With his crown of cabbage and his robe of veggie finery, Jack may not be the highest card in the flush, but he makes up for it with great hare.
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