Lolita was the most humble girl in the neighborhood, where he met with all others playing them mocked his wrist as it was dirty, old and tattered, so nicknamed "The ugly doll '. Fortunately always they insults directed at toy and had nothing to do with the girl, so I spent long hours together.
One day Lolita's mother realized how his playmates expressed wrist and wanted to buy a new one, but without thinking, she refused. She was very pleased with which he had been his companion for many years, and still saw as beautiful as the first day. Aware of that, the rest of the girls stepped up their insults, listed each of the defects of poor doll, until I did mourn Lolita, who was running.
In the solitude of her room, she consoled his playmate, he never promised to change it for anything or anyone, and claimed that the insults as always defend those who had passed. So the hours passed, until the small slept.
Upon awakening the next morning, the wrist was no longer in the arms of Lolita, if not on the bed, almost completely sheltered, only you could see one of his legs. The girl did not remember having put there but that did not matter much, just wanted to hold her again. He pulled the covers off and watched in amazement ...
What is it ?, I do not look pretty? Doll said, waiting for a nod of his mistress ...
No, 'said the girl sharply. And go to restore his face to my friends!
One day Lolita's mother realized how his playmates expressed wrist and wanted to buy a new one, but without thinking, she refused. She was very pleased with which he had been his companion for many years, and still saw as beautiful as the first day. Aware of that, the rest of the girls stepped up their insults, listed each of the defects of poor doll, until I did mourn Lolita, who was running.
In the solitude of her room, she consoled his playmate, he never promised to change it for anything or anyone, and claimed that the insults as always defend those who had passed. So the hours passed, until the small slept.
Upon awakening the next morning, the wrist was no longer in the arms of Lolita, if not on the bed, almost completely sheltered, only you could see one of his legs. The girl did not remember having put there but that did not matter much, just wanted to hold her again. He pulled the covers off and watched in amazement ...
What is it ?, I do not look pretty? Doll said, waiting for a nod of his mistress ...
No, 'said the girl sharply. And go to restore his face to my friends!