Helga's new home

Home of the Small Sand Doll

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Helga's new home

Helga's porcelain face displayed little emotion as darkness unfolded.

The celebratory wrapping peeled from her box goal and discarded on the floor.

Fresh salty air whisked across her pretty painted nose, the ceiling - celestial white.

A small grey flying moth fluttered desperately trying to catch the hot incandescent as it swung back and forth on a piece of rope from the ceiling.

Laughter and muffled noises were nearby. Helga felt the green wire straps that bound her feet loosen. She nearly wee'd with relief.

Hands with oily finger imprints and sharp nails, soft, hard, thin, clammy, thick, wet, hot, dry - grabbed her tiny body as she transcended playful inspection and discovery.

Parturited into her new home, her induction was long, comfortable and smelly.

Cocoa smell! - Cadbury's Tasmanian variety.

And peppermint!

Yukky!

Escape for the sand doll seemed futile.

Helga would embrace and consecrate chocolate - despite transferring to the other side of the world. German chocolate smells were replaced with even more distasteful Aussie chocolate smells.

Her new home was reminiscent of the lolly department at the big shop: cherry ripes, mars bars, freddo frogs, toblerones, marble bar, chocolate moose bar, chocolate marshmallow pillows, round mint patties, whips and chocolate coated coffee beans that could easily be confused with rabbit droppings, lined the cupboard and refrigerator shelves.

Forever practical, Helga took to traditional dough baking in order to cleanse her new home of confectionary odours.

Her culinary skills speared her to the forefront of master bakers and her name would be recognised nationally as an icon of good taste and quality in breads.

The enticing aromas of activated yeast and baking dough spread throughout the neighbourhood.

Helga met buzzing bees and small noisy colourful birds, and black spiders which spun huge round sticky webs at night. Beetles whose flat bodies waddled as they walked. And when the first rays of daylight appeared in the morning, they would flip themselves over and pretend to be dead on their backs.

Helga was at home.