Anne Knight Children's Stories
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OUT IN THE GARDEN
‘One day in July I was taken into the
garden. Helen, who owns us, decided to take a few photos. I was stood by
the Antirrhinums, then she picked me up and put me by a purple flower,
looking at what she calls her Rosie Hebbi.
‘Gosh! Then I was moved again against a wall. I could just see over it.
Well, I am only 16” tall. Helen picked me up and leaned me against a big
plant. Do you know, she even tried to put a flower in my hand but I
haven’t got hands that will hold flowers. I’m made of hard plastic.
Pallitoy, those are the people who made me.’ I paused for breath, I was
getting excited as I told the other dolls in the room.
‘We’ve been in the garden sometimes, in the past,’ said a tall doll.
‘Yes,’ agreed the Sindys, ‘we stood on the kitchen step.’ ‘Oh, do go
on,’ the little Roddy doll with auburn hair, all tight and curly, joined
in. ‘Do go on! What happened to the flower you couldn’t hold?’
‘Well,’ I told them, ‘guess where she put it? In my hair!’ The dolls all
giggled. ‘In your hair!’ ‘Yes, that’s right. She took me looking at the
same flowers she put in my hair. Picking me up she stood me by a vase of
flowers which was the same sort.’ ‘Wow,’ said the dolls in the dining
room. ‘You must have had a nice time.’
‘Yes, I did,’ I answered, ‘I’ve never been out in a garden before.’