The first time this happened was in a giant toy store.
We looked down into a tub full of stuffed animals
to spy a small doll in a red checkered dress with messy blonde hair.
Maybe it was that messy blonde mop that made Rose relate to this doll.
She picked it up and turned it over.
The mouth was twisted and the eyebrows raised.
It was an alarming face. I remember thinking that it looked like it had had a stroke.
Maybe I said this. I do not remember.
The doll never went back in the tub. She went home with us.
Her name is Crystal.
The next one was not as alarming.
She had a cute little head band and outfit. I think the facial expression was the manufacturer’s attempt at a yawn.
Her name is Dorothy Gale.
Then came the pouty-faced brunette with tear streaks down her face.
She was unhappy in the store. We must take her home, so she will quit crying.
Chevrolet is still crying.
The fourth was the tiniest one. She is was wearing a bonnet.
Her smile is just a little crooked.
She has eyes that look as though she just finished crying, but stopped because she spotted someone she loves. It melts your heart.
I do not remember her name. I am sure Rose could tell you.
There was one last attempt at a rescue.
It was in a toy store in a mall.
Rose picked up the doll off the shelf. It was supposed to talk, but when Rose pushed on her tummy, a horrible, board-scratching shriek came out.
Rose dropped the demonic doll and ran out of the store.
That ended the mission of rescuing ugly dolls.
This post is in honor of Rose who just spent her first night in a college dorm.
GO SAVE THE WORLD ROSE!!!!!
Original post January 2018; Re-posted May 2019.