The big, big airplane just passed by. It had red lights and blue, twinkling like coloured stars. The toy plane in Gerry’s Top Shop let out a big sigh… “Wish, I could fly in the sky someday...” it thought.
Gerry’s Toy Shop was around the bend. It had a big showcase, facing the road, where Gerry would display his latest toys and dolls. But the airplane was an exception.
It lay there for a year now. The sparkling blue stickers on the toy plane now looked paler.
Its shiny blue lights on the wings seemed brown because of the thick layer of dust that had settled on it.
When the plane was born in the toy factory, it was very happy. “I will fly like the big planes. I will see places, may be carry few passengers too…” it would think.
Then it was brought to Gerry’s Shop, neatly packed in a blue and black packet. Gerry put the plane on display. But for some strange reason, nobody bought the plane. Children would stop, look at the plane and then go away.
For the first 2-3 months in the display, the toy plane was happy and hopeful. “These children are stupid. They won’t buy me. A clever child will buy me soon, and then I will fly,” the plane believed.
But days passed, and then weeks, and months after that. The plane lay where it was. Nobody came to take it home.
It was one particular morning of the twelfth month since
the plane lay in the shelf. Gerry placed a beautiful ragged doll just next to the plane. The doll had big button eyes. Her hair was parted in the middle and neatly plaited. Two red satin ribbons were tied on her golden plaits. She wore a pink frilly frock, with big blue dots, that resembled her eyes.
The ragged doll looked at the plane, twisted her nose in disdain and looked up into the sky.
“Hey! Do you come from the same toy factory from where I came?” the plane asked her.
He got no replies.
“She didn’t hear me,” thought the airplane. So it cleared its throat, inched closer and said again, “Hey, you have beautiful ribbons on your hair,” and this time, the plane was sure, it spoke loud enough.
“Huh” was what it got as a reply.
The plane was totally puzzled now. So it said “ahem!”
The doll turned to him, and rolling her big eyes, said, “Keep off me! You dirty thing. How dare you speak to me?”
The plane was taken aback. The doll was pretty, but it was rude!
“Sorry missy,” he said hurriedly, and went to his place.
Soon, it was night. Gerry closed the shop and went home. But the toy plane and the ragged doll could see the street and the sky above. The streetlight lit the entire bend, and it looked beautiful…
Morning came, and the plane and the doll lay in their corners. The doll was too vain, and the plane too hurt. Very soon, in came a pretty little girl, dressed in a pretty yellow frock. She saw the doll on the shelf, and tugged at her Papa’s hand.
“Daddy, I want that doll,” she said, blinking her big green eyes, and pointing at the ragged doll.
“All right darling, anything for you,” said her Papa, smiling.
The toy plane was looking at the sky. He had just seen a REAL airplane with red stripes on its wing, fly by. He felt a gentle nudge, and looked around, only to see the doll looking at him.
“Hey urchin, I am off with that little girl. Just one night at the shop and, somebody has come to take me home. You won’t....” she couldn’t complete the sentence, for Gerry
came to the showcase, and picked her up. She was packed into her see-through box. The little girl in the yellow girl frock held the box close to her heart and went home, jumping with joy.
Two big teardrops fell silently from the airplane. But the ragged doll didn’t see it. Thankfully not, or else she would have made the toy plane’s life more miserable with here acid tongue…
**to be continued next month**....
Gerry’s Toy Shop was around the bend. It had a big showcase, facing the road, where Gerry would display his latest toys and dolls. But the airplane was an exception.
It lay there for a year now. The sparkling blue stickers on the toy plane now looked paler.
Its shiny blue lights on the wings seemed brown because of the thick layer of dust that had settled on it.
When the plane was born in the toy factory, it was very happy. “I will fly like the big planes. I will see places, may be carry few passengers too…” it would think.
Then it was brought to Gerry’s Shop, neatly packed in a blue and black packet. Gerry put the plane on display. But for some strange reason, nobody bought the plane. Children would stop, look at the plane and then go away.
For the first 2-3 months in the display, the toy plane was happy and hopeful. “These children are stupid. They won’t buy me. A clever child will buy me soon, and then I will fly,” the plane believed.
But days passed, and then weeks, and months after that. The plane lay where it was. Nobody came to take it home.
It was one particular morning of the twelfth month since
the plane lay in the shelf. Gerry placed a beautiful ragged doll just next to the plane. The doll had big button eyes. Her hair was parted in the middle and neatly plaited. Two red satin ribbons were tied on her golden plaits. She wore a pink frilly frock, with big blue dots, that resembled her eyes.
The ragged doll looked at the plane, twisted her nose in disdain and looked up into the sky.
“Hey! Do you come from the same toy factory from where I came?” the plane asked her.
He got no replies.
“She didn’t hear me,” thought the airplane. So it cleared its throat, inched closer and said again, “Hey, you have beautiful ribbons on your hair,” and this time, the plane was sure, it spoke loud enough.
“Huh” was what it got as a reply.
The plane was totally puzzled now. So it said “ahem!”
The doll turned to him, and rolling her big eyes, said, “Keep off me! You dirty thing. How dare you speak to me?”
The plane was taken aback. The doll was pretty, but it was rude!
“Sorry missy,” he said hurriedly, and went to his place.
Soon, it was night. Gerry closed the shop and went home. But the toy plane and the ragged doll could see the street and the sky above. The streetlight lit the entire bend, and it looked beautiful…
Morning came, and the plane and the doll lay in their corners. The doll was too vain, and the plane too hurt. Very soon, in came a pretty little girl, dressed in a pretty yellow frock. She saw the doll on the shelf, and tugged at her Papa’s hand.
“Daddy, I want that doll,” she said, blinking her big green eyes, and pointing at the ragged doll.
“All right darling, anything for you,” said her Papa, smiling.
The toy plane was looking at the sky. He had just seen a REAL airplane with red stripes on its wing, fly by. He felt a gentle nudge, and looked around, only to see the doll looking at him.
“Hey urchin, I am off with that little girl. Just one night at the shop and, somebody has come to take me home. You won’t....” she couldn’t complete the sentence, for Gerry
came to the showcase, and picked her up. She was packed into her see-through box. The little girl in the yellow girl frock held the box close to her heart and went home, jumping with joy.
Two big teardrops fell silently from the airplane. But the ragged doll didn’t see it. Thankfully not, or else she would have made the toy plane’s life more miserable with here acid tongue…
**to be continued next month**....
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