heads off her dollies. She would attach them to fork handles
and then stick the forks in the ground in spiral patterns
across the front lawn.
The little girl liked to walk the paths between the forked dolly spirals. Sometimes she would stand in the center of one and twirl around and around and around gazing up at the clouds, imagining she was a tiny little drill, boring her way through the clouds and out the other side into the Great Blue of the sky. Although she had never seen it, she had heard stories about the other side of the sky being blue. She did not understand how there could be two skies, and often wondered what it would be like to live under a sky that was not white. How strange a thing. (This little girl was from Oregon where, as we all know the colour of the sky is white.) The little girl wondered how her forked dollies would look beneath the blue sky and above their green lawn. The idea of so much colour gave her a head ache, so she went back in to the house to look for more dollies.
As time went on, the little girl found it necessary to expand her lovely Dolly Lawn. She collected dollies from Santa Clause and from Auntie Vyrdie and Uncle Ned at birthdays. She once took the trash out for the elderly neighbor lady for a whole year, for a nickel a week, to earn enough to buy a Chatty Kathy Dolly. Unfortunately when she removed Chatty Kathy's head there was a cord attached. When that was snipped, Kathy's head refused to be chatty any more. This was both a great discouragement for the little girl as well as a great lesson. The Dolly Lawn grew beyond the borders of the front lawn, extending into the grassy rectangles between the sidewalk and the curb in front of her house, as well as through the sideyard and was now growing in the backyard. It was not long after this that the little girl found herself in a most disturbing dilemma...
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