September 2010

Note: Keep in mind that all these doll stories are just pretend stories and that they have no relationship with the real world!

My first adventure

There was so much to explore here in Holland for me. It was a Sunday and the sun was shining so Mommy said to me that if I wanted, I would be permitted to go outside to explore the back garden.

First I sat down on a chair for awhile enjoying the September sun.

Then I walked over to a bench in the corner of the garden where I saw a little Polar Bear who was also enjoying the sun. His name was Knut. Mommy told me he was a replica (what a difficult word is that) of the Polar Bear who lived in a German Zoo. I could caress him quite easy and I wasn’t even scared!

Can you imagine how I felt when Mommy told me later that the real Knut died unexpectedly on March 19th, 2011 in the Berlin Zoo? I cried for a very long time, couldn’t believe that it was true. He was born on December 5th, 2006 and was raised by zookeepers.

I bet many people all over the world did and still don’t believe he’s really gone. He was so cute and brought so much joy in so many peoples lives.

Luckily Mommy bought three DVD’s with the real Knut so we’ll be able to see his adventures and his, short, life story over and over again even now he’s dead.

RIP dear Knut.

After I met Knut’s replica, Mommy asked me if I would like to meet some other friend. I had no idea who she meant, but she said it was a teacher and of course I said “Yes”. So of we went to another part of the garden. There was a guy sitting, reading a book. But the funniest thing about him was his nose! That one was soooooo long, I had never seen such a long nose before in my life.

He said his name was Pinokkio (I believe you write it as Pinocchio?) and he introduced me to his A,B,C book. Mommy took a photo of it.

I listen very carefully to everything he told me. It was very interesting. But it was his nose which interested me the most, so before I could hold myself back, I slipped down of his couch and started to touch it.

Mommy was furious. “WHAT’S THIS?” she said. I felt guilty. Didn’t want to hurt Pinokkio. Luckily he answered that it doesn’t matter. If he just said that to help me out...I don’t know.

Then Mommy disappeared inside the house. Saying that she was sure that I would behave myself in the meantime. But, I hate to tell you this, I didn’t! Because I saw a doggy in the garden. A lovely white one with some black spots. Think he had been out to long on his own in the rain lately. He had very dirty paws too, but that didn’t matter to me. I run up to him and asked him what his name was. He said “Wesley” and before I knew it he jumped on the table! So I climbed on a chair. The only way to get close to him and started to cuddle him.

He was so sweet and had a very wet tongue. He licked me over my entire face. But then it became worse. Wesley pissed on the table! Just on the moment that Mommy returned. She was so mad at me. She went inside again to get something to wash it away. It took some time because I heard the phone ring. I wanted to get even closer to my new friend so I did something real stupid. I climbed also on the table to sit down next to Wesley. To my horror, Mommy took photos from all I did. It was so embarrassing because, when Aunt B. send me to Holland, she told me to be a good girl, always listen to my new Mommy and the first weekend here I humiliated her already.

We were still hugging and telling each other secrets when Mommy discovered what I was doing. Now she started to be real pissed off.

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING LITTLE GIRL? I THOUGHT WE HAD AN AGREEMENT” she yelled at me: “THAT YOU SHOULD BEHAVE YOURSELF! BUT NO, I TURNED AROUND FOR JUST A SECOND AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING....YOU CLIMBED ON THE TABLE! WHAT IF YOU HAD TUMBLED DOWN TO THE GROUND AND HURT YOURSELF?”

At that moment I thought “maybe” she was right. But later.... I was not so sure anymore. Nothing happened to me so why was she so mad at me? All I wanted was to have some fun with Wesley! Why didn’t Mummy understand that? Well immediately she lifted me up from the table and carried me inside. Mumbling that I needed a lot to learn. She was wondering why I had been such a good behaved little girl since my arrival here and today.... She shook her head when she put me back on the chair in the living room. I felt so ashamed. Even couldn’t face the other girls who were so surprised and wanted to know what happened. But I didn’t answered them. Just picked my book of from the floor and started to read again. Pretending that everything was fine.

I had house arrest for the rest of the week. I think I deserved that after all. Wesley was punished to. He had to stay under the bench in the garden for at least a day.

Poor doggy. He didn’t do anything wrong. It was all my fault. I was lucky that Mommy didn't stay mad at me for long.