and then she climbed atop the huge, awning paper roll, whilst singing to herself a happy little tune. her older sister asked her what she was possibly doing, and she answered nonchalantly, "climbing, duh. im going to get to the top, and then walk on it, and make it unroll, and when its all unrolled, youll see my footsteps on it, and youll see where i was walking, and you can follow me all the way to the end."
the sister just rolled her eyes, breathed a sigh, and said, "footprints. not steps. and nobody will be able to follow you forever, because its just. a roll. of paper."the four-year-old would not be swayed, however, and cheerfully kept on with her attempts to climb that great, circular, cylindrical thing.