Ordinarily, I am not a candle person.  A lit candle is supposed to soothe and relax the soul.  But when there's a lit candle in my home, I just agonize over the ways that the candle might set the house on fire.  My imagination can sometimes be a serious liability.
But how could I resist these candles?     
I did not want to light my woodland creature candles ever because (a) they might start an inferno and (b) they are the most freaking adorable candles ever.  But I knew I was being crazy.  A candle's vocation is to provide light.  If I never lit my candles, they would languish and lead unfulfilling lives.  The candles wanted me to light them.  So I did.
For a brief moment, my candles glowed and looked so sweet and charming.  Why was I so worried about lighting them?  Do I really want to hoard a pair of candles for the next fifty years?
Then I heard their screams.
I quickly extinguished the flames but was too late.  Look at their precious wicks!  They are scarred!  I maimed by babies!!
I'm never lighting a candle again.  
 





 
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