Tell Me A Story, in which she posts a photograph and asks her readers to make up a story about it. Here is mine. The photograph is, of course, Daryl's. :-)
The Little Orange Phone was happy. This had not always been the case.
Shortly after being born, in a dismal factory someplace far away, the Little Orange Phone was sold (sold!) to someone called FlyDJ4u, who smelled bad and listened to worse music.
What? Did you think that a phone cannot smell nor listen? They certainly can. The Little Orange Phone's favorite scent is lilac. Its favorite music is Diana Krall.
After only a day, FlyDJ4u returned the phone to the store, because he said it wasn't working properly. It wasn't. It didn't like him.
After being repackaged and set on the shelf again, The Little Orange Phone was bought by LilacGrrl. Everything about Lilacgrrl is wonderful, according to the Little Orange Phone. She smells good, listens to Diana Krall and wears the most agreeable and pleasing jewelry.
One day, Rockgod54 texted Lilacgrrl. He said not-nice things. He said u better call me. He said, who do u think u r, the queen of the world?
The Little Orange Phone knew Lilacgrrl would be upset. So, it made a decision. All by itself, it texted Rockgod54 back. Calling itself CraZ4LG, it said, leave Lilacgrrl alone. If you have a problem, come see me at Jim's Karate School, and gave an address, then added: and she IS the Queen of the World.
Then the Little Orange Phone lay back inside Lilacgrrl's bag, and smiled to itself. You didn't think a phone can smile? It can, when it is very very happy.