I am walking around a lovely private piece of land with a pond covered in lily pads. I am wearing a green dress and there is a pile of assorted green balloons for me to do as i wish with them. I blow each of them up..tho the 1st balloon is the only one that gets popped by my long sharp orange painted finger nails. The remaining several green balloons seem to want to be popped by means of my air and nothing but my air. I blow each of them up until they pop and this makes my genuine smile get bigger and bigger and my day get better and better the more balloons I burst into shards. The loud no... Show more