Wednesday, September 17, 2008
In the mean time, i shall just post a story 1st :D :D :D
( its a story that the maker of the picture created :) )
Once upon a time there was an old toy maker who wasn't very good at making toys. So instead, the old man opened up a toy repair shop where all the children of the village would bring their old and broken toys for him to fix up and resell to other happy children. In a short while, the little toy shop became over flowed with broken toys, so the owner began storing the old toys in his attic, where he knew they would be safe until he could get around to fixing them.
Then there was James Octavien. James was an old, painted wooden doll, with a raggedy patched suit. But all the same, he was the toy maker's very first toy, and James swore that he never wanted to be fixed because he liked the way he looked...right down to his crooked wooden smile.
However, the toy maker thought differently, and wanted to fix up James for reselling later. So James would always hide himself away in the attic, with all the other old toys, until the old man got distracted, deciding to repair some other stuffed animal or broken boat.
One day, James had to hide in the far back of the old attic, in order to avoid the toy maker. Crouching down, he hid behind an dusty, empty shoe box, hoping the old man would give up an go back downstairs.
At first, James thought he was just hearing things, but the more he pressed his wooden ear to the box, the more he realized that it wasn't empty at all. Someone was crying softly inside. "Why are you crying?" the wooden doll whispered softly, not sure of what else to say.
A small voice replied, "I was taken from my home a long time ago," it said chokingly, "And I was placed in this box, but I am afraid of the dark...and I fear I shall never be let out into the light again."
James's little wooden heart felt for the poor toy. "She's probably a homesick teddy bear..." he thought to himself, for teddy bears were the toys he saw that ever cried their first night in the attic. "Don't worry," he said reasurringly, "The toy maker is looking for me, but if he finds you, I'm sure he'll fix you right away."
"I don't need to be fixed," the soft voice cried, "I just don't want to be alone...please sir...don't leave me alone..."
"Don't call me 'sir'," James said, rolling his eyes, "the name's James. James Octavien." Stretching his long legs out, the wooden boy leaned against the box, "I'll stay with you, if it'll make you feel better...just until the toy maker finds you."
"Thank you James..." the soft voice said, "My name is Sonea."
And that was that. Every day, James would sneak into the attic, and talk to Sonea for hours on end. Soon, the toy maker noticed that James's disappearances were happening more frequently, and so, followed the mischievioius doll, to see what he was up to by putting flour on the back of James's feet.
Following the footprints, the old man discovered James lying next to an old shoe box. Curious, the toy maker took the box and James down to his shop to see what his toy had found.
A few days past, and James couldn't find his attic friend, Sonea, anywhere. In the mean time, all the toys in the shop were gossiping about the newest doll that the toy maker brought home.
James thought for a moment that this doll could be Sonea, but the porcealin dolls on the top shelf were all very snobby and rude toys, and never wanted ANYONE who wasn't breakable up there with them. "Sonea is too kind to be with them!" James thought to himself...that is, until he heard her crying from the top shelf.
Knowing that he could possibly get pushed off as soon as he climbed up there, James borrowed a nicer suit from the Ken dolls on the second shelf to make a good impression. After a long time, James made it all the way to the top shelf, (in an uncomfortable suit that was much too small for him)...and found poor little Sonea crying at the very edge of the shelf.
Sonea was a very beautiful porcealin doll with a very beautiful ball gown, but "all of the dolls here say that I am ugly..." the delicate girl cried. Of course the toy maker couldn't make or fix a porcealin doll, but he was a very big collector. Each doll that he had came in a pair, so he placed all of his happily 'married' dolls on the top shelf for everyone to see and admire. Poor Sonea, she was a much older model, so not only was she "out of style", so the other dolls say, but she was too ugly to even have a partner.
James fell in love with Sonea right then and there, and promised to visit Sonea everyday so she would never be alone again. He climbed all the way to the top shelf of the cabinet everyday for weeks to secretly visit his friend. However, the porcealin dolls hated the fact that such a dirty doll was coming into their territory. So they came together and made a plan to get rid of Mister James Octavien.
One night, James climbed up onto the top shelf. But instead of finding Sonea, he found a porcealin man glaring at him as he held the girl hostage. "I'll fix it so that you can both be together." the man sneered. In the blink of an eye, the porcealin man's foot shot out and kicked James off the shelf, and threw poor Sonea down with him.
Being made out of wood, James was just fine, but Sonea, being made out of porcelin...crashed into a thousand pieces.
By the time the toy maker came back to work, he finally found James lying on the floor...clutching the hand of a shattered doll. Oddly touched by the scene, the old man closed his shop for the day, and spent every waking moment trying to put Sonea back together. However, no matter what he did, he couldn't get rid of the cracks in her face.
"Do you find me ugly?" Sonea asked, once the toy owner went to bed.
"No...," James said, tracing her face thoughtfully, "You're just like me now,...we both have crooked smiles."
Sonea leaned against James happily as they sat on their very own shelf. Together for ever after.
Quite nice story...heeheee :P
Hohoho-ing off~
Isadora ( practicing letter writing :P )
Le.Dore
