Dear me, MDM is two days late, isn’t it? Sorry ’bout that! On Monday, I had a friend over (it was the very first time we hosted our own sleepover instead of going over to someone else’s house!) and on Tuesday I had dance and gymnastics. I have another dance class (Dance Team) today, but that’s not until later tonight, so I figured a slightly late Mini Doll Monday is better than no MDM at all!
Today’s post features Celina and Jessa, and to my sheer delight, is very dramatic. (If you don’t already know me, I love all things dramatic.) 😉
Actually, Madison was more than happy to do that, because she was insisting we go outside and get a healthy dose of vitamin D. Jessa and I were the least enthuastic about it, however, but Madison made it very clear we were to go outside this instant!
None of us are very adventurous, (besides one moment where I snuck into the Forbidden Kingdom…) and the outside world is full of dangerous beings. Creepy bugs, lizards, sharp plants… How could Molly-Anne and Jocelyn like going outside?
“Um, so, what do we do now?” I asked Jessa, but I knew that she wouldn’t know either. She meekly shrugged her shoulders, her eyes frantically looking around the world with both uneasiness and a spark of curiosity.
“I suppose we should try to venture out of the lanai and go into the sunshine. We don’t have to do anything rash or ‘adventurous’; just soak up some vitamin D, nothing more and nothing less than what Madison said.” I suggested, and Jessa agreed, seeing as it was the obvious thing to do.
But there was still about two more human inches of tarp after the length of the box. We had no choice but to cross it, or risk going around it, and being very close to the edge of the shelf and losing our balance and…let’s not go there!
“Okay, Jessa, we have to balance very carefully for the rest of the tarp! Take slow, carefuly steps!” I told her anxiously.
She stepped away from the box and balanced as much as she could.
“You’re almost there!”
Within a step away from the end of it, Jessa tripped over her own clumsy feet.
“Oh! Oh!” Jessa cried, too shocked to speak. She finally managed, “I am so sorry!”
“It’s fine, I’m not hurt; are you?” I asked as I timidly pulled myself up.
“No,” She shook her head breathlessly. “But my heart is beating fast!”
“Come on, let’s hurry and get this sun-soaking expedition over with!” I grinned.
“I think we can made it, if we’re careful,” I muttered slowly. “Plus, we can’t turn back now. Madison told us we have to get vitamin D, and we’re still stuck in the shade of the lanai. We can do it if we think this through.”
“Okay, I am going to let go of your hands, and you are going to slide down and land on the soft chair. Okay?”
“O-o-okay,” Jessa stammered, scared out of her wits.
“Are you alright?” I called from above.
“F-f-fine,” she stuttered back, shaking with fright.
“I’ve made up my mind to enjoy this…You can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will.”
So I made up my mind that I was going to enjoy this. It couldn’t be much harder than sliding on a slide at a mini doll playground, could it?
And you know what? It was fun!
Jessa murmered, “Mm-hmm,” but I knew she thought that it was very bad indeed.
I take that back. We had yet another hard encounter. How on earth were we going to get open the door? The handle was so awfully high up, and we were so worn out from all the climbing that we didn’t want to climb the already-hard-to-climb wooden lanai pieces to get to it.
We finally arrived on the other side! We thanked Mr. Lizard, and with a nod and a scurry he was off.
But a bigger, nasty lizard, wanting to cause some mischeif, dared us to climb the fence. At first, we resented, but he started teasing us. Jessa blushed hot and wanted to shrink back against the lanai and turn invisible, while it made me wrathfully angry. I was furious at that no-good, stinky, low-down lizard for having the audacity to tease us like that!
Without thinking, I blurted, “Of course we can climb your stupid fence! We’re not helpless! Move aside, you silly dumbbell!”
Jessa didn’t want to oppose, so she followed me, but with the utmost regret for coming outside. Crossing a tarp, sliding down a chair, and opening a door were enough for one frightening day. Having to climb a fence was horrible! Reluctantly, she trudged on after my storming steps.
“I guess you are good climbers,” The lizard admitted. But with a jeer, he added, “But I bet you can’t scramble down just as quick as you got up!”
“Just watch us,” I retorted. “Hurry, Jessa!” Jessa turned around quickly towards the side of the fence where we climbed up- a little too quickly.
She screamed as loud as she could for someone, anyone, to help her, but no one came to her rescue. No one heard. I watched in a nearly agonizing slowmotion as she grew nearer and nearer to the ground, and felt bitter hatred at the mischevious lizard for just running off after she fell.
“Oh, Jessa! Are you alright? Are you hurt?!”
Jessa opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She couldn’t breathe! After a second or two, she choked out, “Get — help!”
“Oh, no!” I cried, defeated.
“Coconut, Jessa fell! GO GET HELP!” I cried to her. With an obedient yip, she ran off to get help.
When she came back, one of the big dolls held open the door while I helped Jessa onto Coconut. “How are you doing?” I asked her as Coconut slowly walked toward the lanai door. “I hurt, Celina. I hurt ever so bad.” was all she could utter.
It was all my fault. On her forehead was an awful scar she had most likely recieved when she banged her head on the fence during her fall. When an American Girl doll gets a mark like that, it is a scar to stay unless she is sent to the doll hospital for a head replacement. I knew that was out of the question, both for money reasons and the fact they didn’t treat mini dolls.
I gave her a hug. “I am so sorry, Jessa. This was all my fault. I shouldn’t have taken the lizard’s dare like that. I lost my temper and put us both in danger – I am so, awfully sorry!” I blinked back hot, miserable tears.
“What?” I asked.
Do your dolls have any marks or scratches you weren’t able to remove? Do they make you sad to see them, or do they mean to you that your dolls is well-loved and cherished, and make her more special?