Tribe Of The Bobble Hat



Little Granddaughter stomps to each park shelter post, hits every one in turn with two sticks, previously collected from under the giant fir trees.
'Hahahaha! Dongdongdong!' She chants. 'Doggle, woff woff woff shtay.' A group of cold teenagers lean into the wind, listening for such sounds, out on a music project. They are barred from sharing any shelter by the pink and fiercely bobble-hatted priestess. She stands at the head of the snaking path, shouts 'No!' They shall not pass, but edge on, gloveless and shivering. Dog lies on the grass, exhausted from her chain of commands.



Comments

The Cranky said…
The pink princess hath commanded and all must obey!
26 February 2013 at 23:30
Geo. said…
Certainly any child disguised as an American fireplug commands my attention and, hopefully, the obedience of dogs. A truly charming post!
27 February 2013 at 03:18
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