By Tom Hadrava
During the day we get tossed around, forced, even broken. Sometimes, the Countess makes us stand and listen to her jibber-jabber.
But at night we gather on the moonlight-dappled carpet to dance and sing, and chant: my paw is your paw—plush for plush.
A voice shrieks through the house, “It’s raining, Agatha.”
We shudder at her footsteps.
Wide-eyed and eager, in pink dress and sandals, the Countess bursts through the door. She grabs Trooper Teddy and the intrepid Squirrel Scout, who both suddenly seem small in her hands.
“I will play with my toys!”
Plush for plush—we stand together.
I like this very much.
A delightful little story of the toys. Very satisfying.
This is a perfect story. Delightful is the right description I agree with Bobby.
Well done.