NaBloPoMo DAY 12:
I must confess that I did not find Raggedy Ann on my walk. But my friend, Trisha, did while on hers.
Poor Raggedy Ann. She didn’t ask to be left behind. In fact, she didn’t want to go to the park in the first place. She’s a stay-at-home kind of gal, who just went along for the ride.
And what a ride it was. A day filled with frivolity, fun and games and lots of creative play. The little girl who brought Raggedy to the park pretended they were sisters on a journey to far off places.
“And since I’m the older sister,” the little girl said firmly to Raggedy Ann, “You have to do everything I say.”
Raggedy Ann gave the little girl a blank stare.
First, they played in the sand, and Raggedy Ann watched in horror as the little girl, pretending to be a pirate who had kidnapped a doll, buried her alive.
“Oh, no!” Raggedy screamed silently to herself, her small voice muffled by the delightful squeals of children being children in the park.
Then, the little girl shook the sand off of Raggedy. Placing the doll in her mouth, and making sure to bite down hard on Raggedy’s tummy so that she’d stay in place, the girl climbed the monkey bars, all the way to its highest peak.
“Top of the world, Mommy!” She gleefully cried, which unfortunately caused Raggedy Ann to tumble out of her mouth and crash to the ground.
“Oh, no,” was Raggedy Ann’s blood-curdling cry that no one–absolutely no one–heard.
The little girl scampered down the monkey bars, grabbed Raggedy Ann, and flicking an ant that had been crawling across Raggedy’s dress, she headed to the swings. The smile on Raggedy Ann’s face remained strangely frozen in place, her eyes filled with terror.
“How’d you like me to push you on the swings?”
Raggedy Ann skeptically furrowed her brow and gave it some thought.
The girl placed the doll on a swing and began to push gently at first. Raggedy Ann gave a sigh of relief. Not so bad, the doll thought, and kind of fun, too.
But then the little girl pushed harder, followed by a shove that caused the swing to do a 360 and sent Raggedy flying across the playground and landing with a thud on the slide.
Which is when the little girl’s mother, who’d been distracted, sitting on a bench checking her email on her smart phone, exclaimed, “Time to go home!”
She then grabbed her child’s hand and headed to the car. For a moment the little girl felt like she was forgetting something, but she couldn’t think what it might be. So, she climbed into the car and into her booster seat, and the mother soon drove away.
Raggedy Ann, still on the slide, gave a sigh of relief. For the first time that day, her smile was genuine.
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