In A World Of Make Believe
Molly ran barefoot through the warm soft earth of the garden patch. How delightful it felt on her toes. A wisp of a girl with strawberry hair, her energy was boundless. She could amuse herself with imaginary friends and endless tea parties. That very afternoon she was on her way to play with the bunnies and the butterflies that often waited for her there. She ran past rows of daisies and flax, past a patch of grandmas giant cabbage roses to find them. Grandma loved her roses, why she even won first prize last year at the annual Rose Exhibit. Molly remembered they had big ugly thorns as sharp as upholstery tacks.
The noon day sun was high in the sky and extra bright that afternoon. She danced in and out of the rows of beans and peas the ones that grandma was particular about keeping the weeds from getting a foot-hold, as she phrased it. The sun beat down and after hours of play, Molly grew sleepy and began to yawn. Soon she was fast asleep beside a patch of Four o'clocks that where already napping.
There was no answer when Mama called to her to come in for supper. Everyone grew frantic and wasted no time searching all the places she loved to play. Daddy and grandma left no stone unturned. They followed her little footprints through the garden and soon found her fast asleep in the shade of the tall corn stalks. Daddy picked her up and only then did Molly wake up. She was eager to tell them all about her dream. She was still prattling on about the pretty butterfly who flew her into the forest to meet the big scraggly Lion and how they became bestest friends when Daddy carried her off to bed. 'Tomorrow's another day. 'Hush, now, Molly.' 'Oh Daddy, you would like him, he's really nice, and' ....'Goodnight Molly, sleep tight, tomorrow we'll meet your lion friend, tomorrow'.
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