It’s going to be a long day…& Need some input.

I didn’t get to bed till about 1:30, because I had 4 chapters to read for class(es) today. I was woke up at 5:30, and as hard as I tried, I couldn’t get back to sleep. [Although it may have served some purpose.] This is the second time this semester that my Assessment class meets. [I hate this class by the way, as I’m pretty much completely lost as to whether I’m keeping up or not.] & I have Language Arts for Teachers as well…So I have to be @ the University Center from 11 this morning, until nearly 6 tonight.

Anyway…The need for input part.
Next Monday I have to have a digital story made for Teaching Writing. [An original story, written and then reproduced, in a digital format with pictures and words and possibly being read aloud.] At about 6 this morning, when I decided I couldn’t get back to sleep right away, I rolled over, picked up my phone, opened up notepad and wrote what is the beginning of a potential story for this piece. After trying to get back to sleep after that, and continuing to fail miserably, I got up, typed it up, and added what I hope is a satisfactory ending.
What I am waning is some honest feedback from anyone around here that might happen to read it. So, if any of you would be so kind…Here is my story…

 

The Story of Poppet [I’ll accept thoughts on a better title too.]

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Poppet sat on the high shelf in a quaint little shop filled with candles and oils, herbs and the scent of fragrant incenses. He wasn’t alone, several other poppets sat on the shelves with him, each baring a specific symbol on their chest; a clover (for luck), a coin (for wealth), a star (for wishing). Poppet had a heart upon his chest, and he was filled with love.

Poppet wanted nothing more than for someone to come in, who would take him home, and love him as much as he would love them. Many people came into the little store. They bought candles, they bought oils, they bought herbs, and they bought incense. Sometimes they would look at him, and his fellow poppets, but he always found himself sitting back on the shelf.

Slowly, one by one, the other poppets disappeared, purchased and taken to new homes. Luck went with a young woman who seemed to need a little good fortune. Wealth went with an older gentleman whose threadbare jacket spoke of need. Wishing went with a young couple who spoke of wanting a child, but who had not yet been blessed with one. Through all of this Poppet sat, and Poppet waited, and Poppet grew sad and lonely. “All I want is someone to love me, as much as I would love them,” he would think to himself.

For you see, when Poppet was made, he was sewn with absolute care. He was stuffed not only with cotton, but with caring and compassion, and when the little red heart had been sewn into place, it was done in complete love. When you make something with so much care and love, you can’t help but pass that love on. Now Poppet, filled as he was, wanted nothing more than to share that love.

One afternoon, the little bell over the door of the store rang, announcing the arrival of customers. A young girl, clutching her mother’s hand, looked around the shop wide-eyed. As her mother spoke with the lady behind the counter, the young girl slipped from her side and began to look around at the candles, the oils, the herbs, and the incense. Then, her attention fell to the shelf where Poppet sat. Although all his other poppet friends were gone, he was not alone on the shelf. Magical creatures of all sorts sat alongside him, unicorns, dragons, phoenixes, even beautiful faeries in shimmering gowns with gossamer wings. The little girl picked up one after another, examining them carefully, then placing them back on the shelf.

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ot;serif"”>Then, she spotted Poppet, a white spot in the middle of a field of color. With a smile, she lifted Poppet from his shelf and hugged him close to her. “Did you find something you like?” Her mother asked.

“Oh yes,” the little girl replied.

Looking at the stuffed creation in her daughter’s arms, the woman looked to the shelf and back again. “Are you sure you wouldn’t want something else, a faerie princess maybe?”

“Oh no,” the little girl shook her head. “He loves me,” she replied, “and I love him too.”

Poppet’s heart soared at the little girl’s words, and her mother smiled. “Then, he should definitely come home with us.” The little girl beamed as her mother bought Poppet, and she continued to hug him close to her as they left the store once more.

And Poppet, he was happy, he had found someone to love him, as he would love them, and he was going home.