Emma’s Magic Closet
by
Grandma
Baadsgaard
Happy sixth
birthday my Emma dear.
I love you so
very much.
On
a cold snowy day in February Emma stared out her frosted window wishing it was
summer.
“I
don’t have anything to do,” Emma sighed to herself. Her mother was talking on
the phone. Her younger sister was down
for a nap.
The
afternoon was looking rather long and gloomy. Emma walked over to her closet
and opened the door hoping to find something interesting to do. Then she
grabbed the metal pole in her closet where her dresses were hanging and dangled
there for a while pretending to be a monkey.
“Eee-Eee-Eee,”
Emma screeched scratching her armpit.
While still
holding the metal bar, she decided to walk up the back wall of her closet in
her bare feet until she was hanging upside down. Everything in her bedroom suddenly
looked more interesting this way because the floor became the ceiling and the
ceiling became the floor. Emma thought about having a tea party with her dolls
on the ceiling. The light-fixture would make a perfect glass table.
Then
all of a sudden Emma flipped over the closet pole and tumbled to the floor. She
stood up, dusted herself off and turned around. Even though the scene outside
her frosted window was the same, everything in Emma’s room looked shiny and
bright. Her stuffed bear Koda and her giant white tiger were marching across
the floor toward her toy box like soldiers. Her sheet and bed-spread were pulling
themselves up and tucking neatly around the corners of her bed. Her dolls
twirled pirouettes in the middle of the room then dived into the toy box. Her
favorite picture books flew up onto her bookshelf and lined up in a neat row.
Emma
rubbed her eyes. When she opened her eyes again she saw her dance costume
flying through the air and wrapping around a hanger in the closet. The crayons
scattered around the floor marched into the canyon box and her dirty socks flew
into the hamper in the corner.
“Wow!”
Emma whispered as her used candy wrappers flew into her garbage can and her
play make-up rolled into her vanity drawer.
Just
then her mother poked her head around the corner of her bedroom door. She
looked as though she was going to say something but instead her mouth dropped
open. She looked slowly around the room and smiled.
“Why
Emma,” I was just going to tell you to clean up your room and look at this.
You’ve already done it. How in the world did you do this so fast?”
“I
don’t know,” Emma answered. “It just happened Mom.”
“Magic?”
her mother asked.
Emma
threw up her hands, thought for a while, scratched her head and scrunched her
nose.
“I guess so.
“I could use
a little magic in the kitchen,” Emma’s mother lamented.
“Just pretend
you’re a monkey, grab the pole in your closet, walk up the back wall with your
bare feet and flip over on your head,” Emma said.
Emma raised
one arm and scratched her armpit.
“Eee-Eee-Eee,”
Emma screeched.
“You little
monkey,” her mother answered.
Emma’s mother
raised her arm and scratched her armpit too.
“Eee-Eee-Eee,”
Emma’s mother screeched.
Then the two
little monkeys marched into the kitchen on the look-out for a little more
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