Chapter 7 The Twin Sisters And A Dog Named Josie

 It seemed like those horses were always wandering away, he thought as he found them just on the edge of his and his twin sister's farm. Farm, ha if you could call it that. It was nothing but a bunch of grass, a big old dilapidated barn and a cabin made with logs and pieces of wood that they had pieced together. It did not look like a home and barely resembled a house. It was a monstrosity in his opinion, but the girls loved it and were constantly climbing up into the old hay mow like young boys. He was glad that their mother hadn't lived to see what those girls had turned out to be; well she  would be so ashamed of them. Tomboys; definitely not ladies. It's a wonder they weren't wearing men's pants and shirts.

He hated it out here in this wilderness. Some day he would be on his way to the city. His destiny would not be getting old on this piece of dirt and weeds. No he would not! He just knew that his horse, Juliette, was a winner. She was so beautiful; so perfect. He could see it now. He would be the star of the show in a huge arena where hundreds of people would be talking about him and his beautiful horse. Whoa!! What in the world is the matter, girl. What did you see? A gopher? What is that glow? Those other horses spook you? Don't worry about them. I've got some carrots in my pocket. They will follow us back to the corral. What is that down there in the weeds? Just a minute, girl. I'm going to get down and see what that is that had you so upset. Well, look at this. Two little wooden crosses and some old tattered hats. There are little hearts on the wood. I think I will take these up to the girls. Maybe they can figure out what they are and keep them out of the barn for a few minutes. He gathered them up and carried the sticks back up to the house.

Bandit said, "Well, so that young man saved you guys, huh? Did you have a good life there?

"Yes we did. An interesting life. The twin sisters, Ida and Emma took one look at us and knew that we were originally dolls. Well they just got busy and made us nice outfits and knitted us some new hats to wear. We were safe for many years.

Of course, all good things come to an end eventually. Those women sold the farm and moved into town. The new owners threw us and a lot of other things that they didn't want up into the hay mow. 

We had to scare off critters that were curious about us, but we survived in relatively good shape until the day that the new family got themselves a dog. Her curiosity was almost the end of us. The family had two boys and they found us and brought us to their mother. She was also very handy with a needle and thread and fixed our clothes. But nobody liked us, but the big dog; Josie. She constantly was using us as a chew toy and finally we were thrown in the trash sack to be taken to the local flea market. Isak and I thought there was still a gleam of hope that eventually someone would love us like the old man that made us so many years ago.

Eleanor said, "Okay. I've heard enough of your sad stories. I want to tell how terrible my story is. I barely survived! Anna and Sonja  agreed. They thought it was their turn as well.