I am surprised I spotted them.
And even then I hesitated, leaning forward to peer into the yellowed plastic before gingerly plucking them from amongst all the other knick-knacks on the dimly-lit thrift store shelf.
Carefully, carefully I pried open the sides of the brittle package.
Oh, my goodness! No yellowing here!
The gorgeous dancing couple dressed in vibrantly-hued traditional European costumes delighted my eye and blessed my soul.
I marveled at the details.
Her flower wreath and long blond braid. His cap with the multi-colored tassels on one side. The netting overlay on her skirt and the jaunty belt cinching his long vest.
I looked for the price tag: $10
Confident that I had already received $10 worth of value from the charming pair, I purchased it and hurried home.
I looked forward to removing them from the ugly packaging and examining them closer. It was only when I tried to free them that I realized the dancers' feet were permanently attached to the base. I turned it upside down and for the first time noticed that it had a label.
And it was in Polish.
I had no idea what it said.
Nevertheless, a thrill of joy leapt through me as I thought how perfectly the couple would look displayed in my hutch with all my Polish pottery. I hurried over and found them a spot, center stage, my daily reminder that life is beautiful.
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