1.0PoohsDenhttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsdenVinithahttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/author/pooh_admin/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="AJuS40cpjv"><a href="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/f-flaxen-braids/">F: Flaxen Braids</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/f-flaxen-braids/embed/#?secret=AJuS40cpjv" width="600" height="338" title="“F: Flaxen Braids” — PoohsDen" data-secret="AJuS40cpjv" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> “Pink, purple and silver are my favorites” she exclaimed with glee as her dark brown eyes danced in merriment and trying to keep her voice down. The room decorated in shades of pink, grey and white with bunny motifs stood ready for the big bash this evening. “Happy Birthday Laila” screamed the banner and soon a spectacular cake will be cut and shared. Candles will be blow, confetti thrown, gifts opened and shared. Games played and fights fought. Birthdays are sure fun especially when it is your 6th birthday. Being 6 was fun or at least she hoped it will. Pink frilly dress, purple nail polish with glitter, and a happy birthday crown hairband topping her straight black hair – she was a picture of birthday perfection. She hugged her soft rather ragged grey bunny closer and willed herself to calm down. “Calm down Laila, calm down. Count 1 to 10 slowly” she could practically hear her mother. Laila shook her head, shaking the voice within her head and ran to window. Kneeling on to Queen Anne’s chair by the window, clutching Mr.Bunny hard, her heart pounding with anticipation – she peered outside. Berry Lane stood deserted. Not a soul […]http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uAWN83f04po/UuZ5w_xBgbI/AAAAAAAAL7A/9VUTddfUbmw/s1600/F.jpg