Monday, July 19, 2010

Why Holland?

Toto arrived on my second birthday. She was pearly white, with the softest fur, shiny eyes and a cute red nose. It was love at first sight, and we soon became inseparable. She once got left behind at a friend’s place, and a rescue party had to be launched, before I could be convinced to go to bed.

Over the years, her fur was rubbed off, and despite numerous baths, she settled on a darkish shade of grey. But she never stopped being my best friend.

Her family history placed her in Amsterdam. Is it any wonder I support Holland?

A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.

[Toto doesn’t like being photographed. This is a picture of their Toto’s to be, taken by my then five year old.]


welcome to my world of poetry said...

Wonderful Rayna. I tried to write something like a drabble but it went hideously wrong.


Cruella Collett said...

*is enlightened*

Imagine being able to tell me such a lot about yourself in just 100 words! :)

LTM said...

I'm w/CC: well that answers that question... :D good stuff~

Debra She Who Seeks said...

As good a reason as any!

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Toto must've been a stuffed toy!

RA said...

Marvellous! If Toto can get you through all those vuvuzelas, then hat's off for Toto! :)

Jemi Fraser said...

Nice - Toto sounds awesome :)

Elspeth Antonelli said...

Another mystery solved. Thanks, Rayna!

slommler said...

Such a cute story!!

Mary said...

Everyone needs a Toto -- not yours of course.

Jules said...

Sorry, I thought I was following you the other day but today realized it did not take. Hopefully I am now.

Thanks for stopping by my blog.

The Yard Bard said...

Paragraph portraits. What a neat story!

Tina said...

I was wondering about the Holland thing...LOL. My mother made me a stuffed cat out of old sheets and embroidered a face on it. "Katte" (I'm Swedish) was my companion, along with a crisp, cotton crib top sheet. It was also embroidered. They were my constant sleeping companions, and I still have them. In a box, sealed, in my basement. True love is forever.

Jane Kennedy Sutton said...

Toto sounds pretty special. Those special little inanimate animals can certainly make a difference in our lives, can’t they! And, having lived near Amsterdam, I can understand the loyalty.

Deb and Barbara said...

I don't remember or still have my own Toto, but I remember my daughter's Emma doll. Also pink and snub-nosed, but a "baby" and not to be left behind!

Rayna M. Iyer said...

@ Yvonne - why don't you try a drabble poem? I'm pretty sure you can do it- Hart has written quite a few.

@ Cruella- I guess there is not Alot to say.

@ LTM- didn't think it would would reach 100 words, and then I had to edit 33 out :-(

@ Debra- it is, isn't it?

@ Alex- she is, but don't speak it aloud or she'll be offended.

@ RA- lol

@ Jemi- she is.

@ Elspeth- most of the mysteries are really so simple, aren't they?

@ SueAnn- thanks

@ Mary- and Toto always finds those who need her.

@ Jules- the follow button is kind funny at times, isn't it?

@ The Yard Bard- thank you.

@ Tina- Katte sounds wonderful. And my son is looking for a name for his cat- can I suggest Katte?

@ Jane- they do make life more meaningful, don't they? Specially for an only child.
And you have lead such an interesting life.

@ Barbara- quite. Never to be left behind,even by mistake.


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