Will you be my master? I hope you will.
I’m so lonely and nobody ever wants to play with me. Sometimes someone finds me, picks me up and dusts me off. Most of the time they just put me back down but every now and then someone takes me home and tries to be my friend. I like that very much but it never lasts very long. Sometimes I think it’s because I’m old and raggedy. I know I’m not the prettiest dolly but I still gots all my stuffings and stitches...well...most of them anyway. People don’t always take good care of me and it makes me sad. I try so hard to be the bestest little dolly in the whole world but no matter what I do they always forget about me eventually. Sometimes when that happens it’s because I fall down behind a dresser or get kicked under a bed. Nobody ever comes looking for me when that happens and sometimes I spend weeks and months and even years in the dark collecting dust and feeling crawly things creeping all over me. That’s when I get really scared and try so hard to scream but I’m just a dolly and my mouf doesn’t open because it’s all stitched shut. I get so frustrated and angry at my master for forgetting about me because all I wants is to be cuddled and loved. Sometimes when I’m in that cold, dark place I wish SOOOO hard to be a real girl...and do you want to know a secret? Sometimes, not every time, but every now and then if I think really, really hard and wish with all my fluffy insides...I do come to life for a little while. I get so excited when that happens and I can finally crawl out from where I’ve been under and see daylight again that I forgets that I’m just supposed to be a dolly. That’s when I go looking for my master because you see that’s all I really, really wants more than anything in the whole wide world.
I don’t mean to hurt them...I swears! All I wants is to cuddle them and love them and I need it soooooo much. But they always try to run away when they see me coming. That makes me very, very sad because I wished so hard to be a real girl just for them so I could make them happy and love me like a really, really real little girl!!! And...and...and...I swear I didn’t want to hurt them...none of them...not even the really mean ones...BUT...but...I don’t know what really happens because when I turn back into a dolly they aren’t moving anymore. Sometimes they are covered in strawberry jelly. I always think that’s funny because I don’t know where it comes from but they never wake up and cuddle me no matter how hard I wish. Eventually others come and take them away and I get stuffed in a box or a bag or something else for a little while until a new master comes along and finds me.
It was so nice of you to let me out. Will you be my master?
