The following bit of whimsy has been sitting in my notebook for 4 years, at least.
It needs a lot of work, I think, because the character names seem a bit clumsy in my attempt to convey what they represent, and seemed so to me even then. ;-D
But, hey, it was a story that popped into my head one day, and I had to get it down before I forgot it. ;-D
An idea for a childrens story, with pictures, or for teens into scary, or the seeds for a more adult fright tale?
I don't know. ;-D
So, here goes.....
Dubya, and Dee were made for each other.
They took on loads of work, several days a week, without complaint, and looked forward to unwinding each evening, and hearing the latest gossip from their friends, and companion, about the goings on in the outside world.
Dubya, and Dee had lived, and worked, the longest for the Mr. and Mrs.. Well, not quite the longest, for there was Pops...
Pops, asleep in the corner for so long now everyone sometimes forgot he was even there.
All that was about to change, however, because Lonnie, Sprinkles, and Canny had been hearing things all day that had them wondering if they should awaken Pops, and prepare him.
The decision was up to Dubya, and dee, everyone else was too afraid to disturb the silent Pops.
Besides, they knew him, didn't they? They were here the day he, well, since that day that no-one speaks of...
Dubya looked at Dee, then at the assembled group, and spoke:
"This meeting is called to order! Lonnie, tell us, again, what you heard."
Lonnie looked around, and said, "I was out helping the mr. in the yard, when he bade me to stop, and rest, so he could talk with the Mrs. it seems the Young Mister is coming to take Pops away."
Sprinkles gave her head a shke, and spoke up, "Yes, and they both seemed surprised at the thought, too, since it had been so very long since he'd had anything to do with Pops."
Canny, trying to talk with his mouth full, settled for just giving a sad glance in Pops direction.
Clipper spoke up from across the room, along the wall, where he always hung out, "We all know what that means", he shuddered, "Yard Sale".
"Or The Dumpster", one of his cousins piped up nervously.
"All right, all right, calm down!" said Dubya, "Those are just stories made up to scare the lazy. Dee, and I have been here for 30 years, which is only weeks longer than the rest of you, and there has never been a hint that any of us would be sold, or thrown away.
Haven't all of you been well treated, and had all your needs taken care of?"
"Well, then", Dee said, "i think we should awaken Pops, and see what he thinks of all this, is it agreed?"
"Agreed", said Dubya, and everyone turned their attention to the old Scwinn in the corner...