Prompt Here: “Pull (at least) three cards, and use them to tell us a story about what it would be like to live in a dollhouse.”
“I love myself a good box!” The kitty says as the dollhouse is sat down in the little girls room. Black fur pacing back-and-forth to twine around human legs as she watches with interest as the two sides of the house split open to create a wealth of small boxes to explore. (The Devil)
As soon as the human leaves the room, up the kitty hops, onto the table to circle the big box with all the little boxes inside. Peering in the windows to see all that lies within, then circling around to looking through the cracked open side and she begins to sniff curiously. (The Hermit)
Soon, she’s exploring each room eagerly, and pushing the little bits of trinkets and furniture off to the side or knocking them out the fall to the floor out of her way, until there is a scattering of little furniture all over the floor and each of the rooms in the dollhouse is empty. (The Sun)
She then wiggles her way into one of the rooms, working her way in with twitches and tugs until she can scooch and scrunch and smoosh her way to fitting inside. If it fits she sits, after all, and she will make sure that she fits in each and every room. (The Magician)
This room first, though, she thinks. And once she’s in, she’s oh-so-very comfy, and so she decides to linger a while. Instead of moving on to continue exploring, maybe she’ll just take a nap and explore the other rooms later. (Temperance)
Twisting the Leaf 