Paper Army

The two hands peered around as they rested upon the worn, wooden planks. "Here you go honey." The large face with wide red lips and dark brown eyes peered down at the two small hands, and they peered back; at awe with the smile and the sweet words. Before the hands the face put sheets of rough paper, brilliant colors; purple like the blooming lilacs, green like the croaking frog. white as the great fluffy clouds that always escaped the hands, no matter how high they reached. the face put even more wonderful things before the hands; smooth little brown things, with holes that broke up the otherwise even plain. There was thin stuff taht was smooth, and brown, but creased like the small child's hands, and rough with this repetitive texture.