Madison spotted it in a box on the other side of the garage and jumped to her feet , she could barely contain the glee she felt as she hurried towards the big old treasure chest sitting close to the window It was a shiny little antique tin car that was actually a windup music box.
She knew that the little car would become favorite of her brother's once he saw it, and that if she were to get it first , she'd have play rights to it. The hurried little pitter patter of her feet drew Trevor's attention rapidly, making him wonder what it was that his little sister was running for. .

Jumping up from his knees the curiosity got the best of him. He stared in the same direction and realized it was the antique car that she was rushing towards and that she had spotted it before him was going to be his biggest downfall. 'It's mine ' he says.
Now it became very clear to him that she was running to become legal owner of the new found prize and that it would be part of his collection if he reached it first. He had all intention of getting to it first knowing that granny was going to make him share it with her if she was holding it first.
As Madison realized he had spotted her loot and that he was bigger and faster she started screaming and crying, awakening her dragon and fierce protector grandma's keen attention.. Trevor grinning slyly as he ran swiftly past her to the box hadn't realized that grandma was watching the whole scenario and awaiting the races end to declare rightful owner to the little quaint music box that she had cherish for so many years.

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