The Story of a Freckle

Once there was a little boy named Miles, who was born with not a mark on his face. He had two eyes, to be sure, the color of dark, blue jean denim. His nose was a button and his cheeks round like cherubs. But his skin was left as pure as white milk – no birth mark, no scratch, and no freckle to be found.
That is, until he turned 2 years, 4 months, 26 days, and 7 hours old. At that exact moment something miraculous occurred: a freckle, the color of German chocolate cake, fell from the sky and landed upon his little nose.

He didn’t even notice it at first or pay any attention when that one freckle called its freckle friends to join the party.

It isn’t hard to understand why a family of freckles would take up residence on a face like this:

This face knows how to have fun.

Miles liked his freckles. He liked to wrinkle in nose and make them dance. He liked trying to count them. He even liked when his mommy would chase him around the house trying to eat his freckles. (She was convinced they tasted like German Chocolate Cake.). The freckles didn’t mind so much either because they found a home on the button nose of one stupendous little boy.

The End.

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