In the Fall I dream of Winter and the Little Girl.
 
 

Molly Brett
In the Winter I dream of Spring and the Little Girl.

.
Molly Brett
In the Spring I dream of the Summer and the Little Girl.

Molly Brett
In the Summer  I am left to dream of the Fall and the little girl.
Summer was now gone. There is a chill in the house. It is always
cold and drafty when the family is not home. They are at the
Antique store and as you all know, the Little Girl has moved away.
I am left here to dream.

Alas another year is almost over. I am
left to search the bookshelves and dream. I slipped away to the
Antique Store and asked all the dolls whom I thought would be knowledgeable about the
Gypsy's Life.

Jean Gilder
What a WONDERFUL life that would be.
Then perhaps I would not spend my hours dreaming
of the Little Girl. I would be too busy for idle thoughts.
What a wonderful time that would be. The only one
that seemed to have a clue about any of this was one
very nice bear. As I sat on the shelf and told him of
my plan, he listened intently.

You see Mr. Bear, this time we will travel light.
No suitcases or costumes, just you and me on
our own. "You know, I think that's a wonderful
idea. You watch the clock and at 5 pm sharp
we will slip out of the Antique store." said the bear.

5-4-3-2-1
They were off !

How Wonderful to be outside in the fresh air.
They walked and walked. They passed an old
historic home that was having a party of some
sort. There were lots of beautiful young ladies
there.

Are they gypsies, asked Buttons. No, said Mr. Bear.
Soon, they came to the river. Hello, My name is
Buttons, and we are looking for the Gypsies. Have
you seen them pass this way?

No, I am here with my sister.

We are on our way home. We just stopped a minute to
 watch the river. But we must now hurry home as it is late.
Mr. Bear and Buttonswalked and walked till they could
walk no more. The two had also grown quite tried. On
the outskirts of town they found an old empty house.
Surely no one would mind if they spent the night there.

Mr. Bear took the bed and Buttonscurled up in the chair.

Morning came and the two travelers were both stiff as they were
both used to sleeping in a nice warm bed. Buttons had some cat
nip tea and Mr. Bear ate some berries for breakfast. They
stopped and tried their luck at fishing. With some borrowed boots,
and a borrowed blue ribbon around his neck, Mr. Bear fished for
an hour or so. All the fish he caught he gave to Mrs. King Fisher.
She was very happy.

Molly Brett
Both Buttons and Mr. Bear were also happy. The weather was so nice
and they were having a wonderful time. Not once did Buttons tell Mr.
Bear about the Little Girl. Of course Mr. Bear already knew the story, as
he has known Buttons for quite sometime. Every doll in the Antique store
has heard about the Little Girl, and you know who told them. By mid afternoon, the two travelers were growing tired. As Buttons came over a
hill, he saw what he knew must have been a band of Gypsies.

Molly Brett
Needless to say, Mr. Bear told him differently. A group of friends had
gathered for a picnic. Buttons and Mr. Bear were invited to join them.
Mr. Hare seemed to be in charge of the gathering. As they ate, Buttons
asked Mr. Hare what he knew about being a gypsy. We are not Gypsies
and never will be. We live here near this town. This is our home. All of
our family lives here. Don't you have family? Don't you have someone
you would miss if you ran away? Some of our children leave home, but
they come back every now and then. Now, this was something Buttons
had not thought about. What if the little girl came back, and he was not there.  Thank You Mr. Hare. I had never really thought about it quite
like that before. Perhaps Mr. Bear and I should be going home now. As
they walked into town, they stopped by the river to watch the setting sun
and think of all the things they had done and all the fun they had. They thought of all the new friends they had made.

Little did they know, that at this very moment Mr. Hare and
his family where on their way also. You see, they were really
Gypsies.

Jean Gilder
They also knew, you can not be something you are not.
Gypsies are very wise. They knew what Buttons needed
was to be home. It was almost dark when the two finally
arrived at the Antique store.

They had to wait patiently for the security guard doll
to open the door and let them in.

The next morning, when the shop opened, there sat Mr. Bear
and Buttons. Somehow, they looked very rested and happy.

The Antique store owners wondered whyButtons had not come
home last night. But then they know Buttons will show up soon.
They also thought they had sold the Steiff cat that had been sitting
on the shelf- next to the Old Steiff Bear. Little do they know about
the secret life of Buttons the Cat.

Forget it! I am going to South America!
I may or may not be back. It just depends
on the season.

Love, Buttons

On to the Tail of the RAGGEDY CAT

 Back to Index
 

This page was made for Buttons on
October 2, 1999 and in memory of Kalu.