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Xmas 2008 Coming of the Pullip
Darkness on this night had no stillness. Down between the tall buildings of the sleepy city,
dizzy lights glowed with movement. Movement that animated the joy and excitment of small people everywhere. Pes and Sticky had met Santa and were headed for the maple syrup trolley.
Sticky thought the woolley carpet was hard to walk on as they left. Pes wondered if the white curly carpet had stuck to Santas face while he was using it to clean his ears.
This Christmas was special for the little sand dolls, not only was it the end of another journey and another year, but this was a time of excitment. The first of the beautiful pullip dolls had arrived from Japan. She had skinny legs and arms, giant eyes and a mass of stringy hair. Pes wanted to put some ribbons and pins in her hair but Sticky explained a ribbon may unbalance her huge head and she would topple over. Pes thought that would be funny to see.
Sticky told Pes the grey chimney looked like an upsidedown funnel. Pes was reflecting on the day. They watched television in the mornig, listened to Santa check his very long mail order scroll and now they were smelling the baking ingredients of the gingerbread man.
Out on the street, Pes and Sticky were keeping and eye on the shadey figures lurking near the old barn. Far away and safely inside, Potty pointed out to a bewildered boxed pullip doll that not all brooms can fly. She explained the physics of aerodyamics and an objects ability to obtain flight then sustain it. The pullip was amazed at the scruffy sand dolls extraordinary skill and asked if clouds were white or black on the inside.
Bright dangling stars dropped from the sky, teddies in hats huddled under the table and told stories of cats and salmon fish and how a strawman could scare off a hundred black birds without even moving.
On the purple cloth a long haired blythe doll sat wide eyed in anticipation that Santa lands safely on the roof and doesnt crash through the window and put glass all over the floor. She put her shoes on just in case.
Sticky was angry. The man with the strange triangle hat was yelling and playing loud music on a big white thing he held against his chest. The sound echoed down the street. She told him it was rude to be making so much noise so close to her.
Pes thought he was a bit cute in those pink striped stockings.
One hundred miles north, Potty finished telling the brown haired pullip about broom flying and to show she wasnt all updraft, she removed the box and freed the stunned doll.
Red, another pullip doll called red for obvious and hairy reasons, confided in the brown haired doll.
Assuring her that everything Potty told was true. And indeed, the rather clumsy odd shaped sand doll, with the hillbilly hat, was a whizz when it came to balance and maunovers on a broom into a headwind.
The two glamourous dolls from Japan looked into the night and wondered what they had got themselves into.
Across the street from the tall building, Sticky was still angry and did not notice the little man in the orange suit shoot a yellow arrow at the green apple . Pes was whisking her away in the hope that distance would calm the memory and the apple pie smell. She thought Sticky may have eaten too many oysters at Con's dinner party and have an upset tummy that was making her irritable.
coming soon
Pes and Sticky take the long haired pullip doll to Just Cuts.
The loud green haired pullip doll who thought she was an Italian beauty from Wollongong chases
off the blue eyed Cappachino Chat Blythe before the steam is heated.
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Petite in the woods - coming soon
Part 2 Basheir to Bundaberg coming soon
Adventure V - A Scary encounter with the hairy Tweed Valley Troll coming soon
Adventure VI - Pes and Ellen-ly meet the Dolly Llama coming soon