Feb 4, 2018

Molly the Dolly and Friends

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Molly the Dolly lived in a house

With her two best friends

Ferret the Cat and a Dog named Mouse

 

The house was small but had enough rooms for Molly the Dolly to sweep with a broom

 

Two bedrooms, one for Molly and one for guests, Molly of course had the one that was best

 

A room to bathe amongst bubbles and foam, lay in warm water and revive weary bones

 

A room to lounge and put up your feet, in front of a real fire, giving out real heat

 

In this room Molly also entertained guests with cups of tea and slices of cake, muffins, scones and individual tray bakes

 

On a table by the fire was a chess set in miniature, each character resembling characters from Robin Hood

Maid Marion of course The White Queen beautiful and serene

Robin Hood The White King, robbing the rich and helping the poor made Robin Hood very good

Friar Tuck was a Bishop of course

King John on the other hand so horrid and mean, with a solid Black Heart, could only be The Black King

 

On rainy days Molly the Dolly would invite her friends in to play, you could never tell who would win, one bad move and the game would spin

One minute Molly would be winning the next "checkmate" would shout Holly Divine the girl from next door, "5-3 to me" she did shout, showing Molly how she was keeping score

 

Also in this room two smaller beds all soft and plush for Ferret the Cat and the Dog named Mouse

The beds were close to the fire to keep them both toasty and warm and next to Molly the Dolly's chair, so Molly could have them play on her lap when she raised her hand in a single clap

 

The last room of course was the Kitchen where Molly the Dolly spent most of her day cooking up batches of heavenly soup and baking scrumptious Pies that were full in the belly and good on the eyes

 

There was a Front Door to usher guests in and a Back Door to usher them out

The garden ran round and about the whole house outside and came equipped with swings and a slide, for fun of course, and a stable just the right size to house a miniature horse, a vegetable patch to grow veg for her soups and trees to bear fruit for the scrumptious pies

 

The garden went on and on it was so long you couldn't believe your eyes the garden was twice as long as it was wide

 

The garden ended where a river began and still the river was on Molly's land

 

On a hot day Molly the Dolly would put on a hat and slap on some sunscreen and with Ferret the Cat and the Dog named Mouse they would exit the house and hop and skip to the river bank to play

 

Molly the Dolly would throw some sticks for the Dog named Mouse and small pretend mice for Ferret the Cat

Molly would take off her shoes and her socks and her hat step in the water not too deep, drink something thirst quenching but not too sweet, keeping herself cool in this natural outdoor swimming pool

 

At the end if the day the three friends would return to the house inside dry their feet and clean their hands, eat some Pies and drink sweet tea then return to the lounge and settle in

Their favourite show on TV they didn't need anything else for the night just the friendship of these uniquely different three

 

So now I've introduce you to Molly the Dolly and a few of her friends, where they live and what they like to do.

I hope you enjoy reading about them too as I delve into their lives and hopefully take you along for the ride.

 

 

I appreciate this is an epic story if you take the time to read it then a BIG THANK YOU

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