Jennika’s eyes narrowed in grave consternation. The picture her mother had chosen was nice enough, a unicorn in a forest. It was the wall that was the problem.
“The wall doesn’t like it when you put that picture there,” she said.
“Oh Jennika,” her mother sighed. “Walls aren’t alive, remember? It doesn’t care one way or the other. I think it’s you who doesn’t like the picture.”
The wall smirked. Jennika suppressed a sigh of her own, wondering how her mother could be so ridiculously misinformed.
It wasn’t the first time she’d wondered this, and it wouldn’t be the last.
Author’s Note: As a child, I overheard the expression ‘the walls have ears.’ My imagination was sparked for months. I may have named the ones in my bedroom. Not saying I did 😉