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ANGELA'S ADVENTURE
Walking along the street, Angela found her way
to the playground. She could see several children playing on the swings and other
playground equipment. Angela could see the smiles on their faces and she could
hear the happy sound of laughter emulating from them.
“Sob, sob, sob,” Angela heard, coming from behind a huge oak tree, just ahead of
her.
“Oh dear,” said Angela, peering behind the tree to see a little girl, head in
her lap, sobbing. “What seems to be the matter little one?”
The girl at first did not answer her. Angela saw that behind the tears, the girl
was very pretty with long brown hair and big green eyes.
“Some big kids stole my doll,” cried the little girl, after a few minutes.“ They
said that I was a sissy for playing with dollies.”
“I see,” said Angela. “How old are you?”
“I’m five,” said the little girl.
“Well, I don’t think that a five-year-old girl is a sissy for playing with
dollies at all.”
“You don’t!” exclaimed the girl, eyes as wide as saucers.
“Not at all,” said Angela. “As a matter of fact, I have some dolls that I still
play with.”
“You play with dollies, too,” said the little girl, surprised.
“Yes I do,” said Angela. “I love dollies. I have one special dolly that I love the
most. Suzie has a beautiful blue dress and big blue eyes.”
“Suzie,” said the little girl. “That’s my name!”
“It is!” exclaimed Angela. “That’s a very pretty name. So, Suzie, tell me what
your dolly looks like.”
“My dolly has blue jeans, a cowboy hat and a vest,” said Suzie. “She even has
cowboy boots on. She is really pretty.”
“I bet she is,” said Angela.
Just then, a group of older kids walked by Angela and Suzie.
“There’s my dolly!” exclaimed Suzie. “There’s my Patsy!”
Angela saw the doll, in the crook of one of the older boys’ arm.
“He’s hurting Patsy!” cried Suzie. “She doesn’t like to be held like that!”
Angela walked over to the group of older kids. There were three boys who were
trying to act like teenagers, but clearly could not have been more than 10 years
old.
“Excuse me,” said Angela politely to the boy who still had a firm grip on
Suzie’s doll. “I was just wondering what you would find so interesting about some
little girl’s doll.”
“Oh, this old thing,” said the boy, a little intimidated. “I don’t find it
interesting at all.”
“Well then perhaps you would like to give it back to the little girl behind that
tree over there,” said Angela pointing to where Suzie sat.
“I guess I could,” said the boy. “However, I don’t want to.”
“I would suggest that you go over there right now and give the doll back to the
little girl,” said Angela, sternly.
“Why? What are you going to do if I don’t?” asked the boy, boldly.
“I’m going to tell all your friends that you like to play with dollies,” said
Angela, smiling.
The boy needed no more coaxing. In a matter of seconds, he was on his way to give
Suzie back her doll. After depositing the doll safely in Suzie’s arms, the boy
turned to where Angela stood. However, Angela wasn’t there. All the boy could see
was a trail of angel dust leading up to the sky.
“Did you see that?” exclaimed on of the other boys in the group. “She was an
angel!”
“My guardian angel,” said Suzie to herself, hugging her dolly and looking at the
trail of dust in the sky as they slowly disappeared. “Thank you!”
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