A report by Percival
It started out as an ordinary Saturday afternoon. Mom forgot to take us out on an adventure. To make up for it she asked us to go outside to check the mail. Seriously? She calls that an adventure? But she insisted. The angels that we are, we humored mom without a single complaint.
She pointed to a box. We assumed it was her monthly shipment of Frappuccino mix.
But I noticed the box was addressed to… ME! (and Winthrop, Mort and Finn).
Our best pal, Chance, sent us a package!
We quickly brought it inside and guessed at what it might be.
The box was marked FRAGILE. So we grabbed all the appropriate tools to open the box: scissors, a hammer and a hack saw.
We opened the box and gazed upon all the wonderful gifts. Chance even made us a card! Is this what birthdays feel like?
Thank you, Chance! WE LOVE OUR GIFTS! Mom mentioned she tried finding us hats (but clearly she didn’t try hard enough.) You, Chance, are the best! We cannot wait to model our hats when we are out and about!
By the way, we asked mom for some coffee and cookies to go with our new fancy cups and saucers. We said it’s what Chance would want. She just rolled her eyes. Job well done, Chance. Job, well done!
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I think you’re on to something here. A bit creepy, but funny as well. My cousin had a lap dummy back in the late 50s. She eventually became a decent ventriloquist but lost touch with reality by becoming too attached to her dummy instead of living beings. Cousin Beverly was her name.
Hi Phil!
Thanks for commenting! I do have fun with my silly dolls. I see them as an opportunity to take unique photos and come up with creative stories. When I bought the first one I didn’t anticipate I’d own 4. I think I’ve maxed out!
Regarding your cousin Beverly, that’s quite a story. I wonder if similar situations have happened to others.
Denise