Amelia pranced around the house, spinning and twirling. Usually, she bumped into one of her uncle's precious treasures, or one of her aunt's tea cups, but she was doing pretty well this time.

CRASH!

Amelia lay on the floor, rubbing her head as her aunt marched in the room, only to find a lamp on the floor.

"Young lady! What on earth were you doing? I've told you not to crash into things, but continue to be a brat if you want to have no future" her aunt said sarcastically.

"My interpretive dance?" Amelia responded.

"You're paying for that you know. That was my favorite lamp! Now come help me with the dishes before you crash into something else."

Amelia sighed and got up, then headed to the kitchen to get a broom.

"I'm going to go clean up the glass," she told her aunt.

When she walked into the room however, there was no glass on the floor. But there was a perfect lamp sitting on a table.

Amelia screamed and her aunt came running.

"What's wrong?" she cried.

Amelia simply pointed, and her aunt gave out a shriek.

"How-?" her aunt asked.

"I-I don't know," Amelia responded.

Just then, her uncle walked in the door.

"I crashed the lamp, and..h-here it is," Amelia sputtered.

Her uncle took one look at the situation and sighed.

"This might take a while," he said.