My baby sister loves dolls. She loves them so much, I even have to hide some of them!
One day, while I was home alone, I noticed that the dolls had moved! They were no longer underneath my bed, but on top of it! I got really confused because I was the only one home and I had hidden those dolls while my parents and sister were gone.
I decided to take my mind off of those dolls by making myself a tasty sandwich. I sat down in the kitchen to eat it, but noticed one of the dolls outside of my dad’s office. I got nervous, because my dad’s office is especially organized.
When I went into the office, I got very mad. The papers were sprawled out around the floor and my dad’s favorite coffee mug was shattered.
I chose to stay still facing the dolls, to see if they would move if I looked like a statue. I was correct!
They slowly walked out back into the kitchen. After I couldn’t see them anymore, I started to follow. I continued to stand far enough away so that they wouldn’t see me.
The dolls walked over to the sink, took a dish, and dropped it on the floor. The dish broke into a bunch of tiny pieces.
Then, I had to close my eyes because it was so terrible. But I kept hearing the clank-clank-clank of dishes falling to the ground.
“Hey,” I suddenly shouted. The dolls stopped. “You clean up this mess or…Or…” I trailed off. I had nothing to say. There wasn’t an ‘or else’.
I started to clean up by putting the dishes that only got slightly cracked back in the cabinets. I then swept the floor to collect all the tiny pieces. I threw those away, and then I handled the dolls.
I grabbed the dolls by their feet and brought them back up stairs. Then, I found a small cardboard box from the garage. Next, I trapped the dolls in the box. I brought the box into my sisters closet and closed the door. Maybe, just maybe, I thought, those dolls will never bother me again.
At least I hoped so. But boy, was I ever wrong!
When my parents and sister came home, they saw that a bunch of our dishes were missing and asked what had happened. I told them about the dolls, and how I never did ANYTHING. But they didn’t believe me and sent me to my room for the rest of the day.
The next morning, I went and checked if the dolls were still there. They weren’t. I walked downstairs and saw my parents both pointing forks at something. I soon realized that the something was the dolls!!!
When my parents noticed me, they started to look sympathetic. “We are so sorry we thought you had made the mess in the kitchen,” said Mom.
“Yeah,” said dad. “We didn’t know what these horrible dolls could do!”
“It’s ok, but can we find a way to get rid of these pests!” I responded.
“Of course!” said mom. We grabbed the dolls, told my sister what happened and made her come with us. We walked all the way down to my school, and threw the dolls into the back dumpsters.
“Hooray!!” my sister cheered.
“Yeah, hooray!” my mom said, laughing.