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Polly Dolly | Storytime

Polly Dolly | Storytime

Posted by on Nov 18, 2017 in Art Journal, Children's Story, Polly Dolly | 0 comments

  Read the previous part of Polly Dolly’s story.   On her last jump Polly Dolly landed right in front of a beautiful flower. Polly Dolly had a lot of flowers by her house, since she lived near a meadow, but this flower was different. It was unusual. It was big. It was beautiful. The flower had dainty shimmery petals that glistened in the sun. In the middle was a dot that glowed and looked very sweet. As Polly Dolly looked intently at the beautiful dot in the middle of the flower, she noticed a most interesting thing. There were all kinds of letters on the dot, but no matter how hard she tried, Polly Dolly could not make sense of the letters. What did they say? Next part coming the week after...

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Polly Dolly | Storytime

Polly Dolly | Storytime

Posted by on Nov 11, 2017 in Art Journal, Children's Story, Polly Dolly | 1 comment

Read the previous part of Polly Dolly’s story.   When Polly Dolly opened the door and stepped outside, she felt like bursting with joy. The dew on the grass sparkled like crystal and the sky was double the size of the nearby pond and bluer than bluebells. Several butterflies waved their wings in greeting as they hurried about their daily tasks. Polly Dolly began to sing. “This is the day which the LORD hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.” (Psalm 118:24) As Polly Dolly sang, she jumped. And skipped. And twirled. Sometimes she would jump extra high and sometimes she would give an extra-long twirl. After all, this was the day that the Lord had made! And it was so, so beautiful!   Read the next part of Polly Dolly’s...

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Polly Dolly | Storytime

Polly Dolly | Storytime

Posted by on Nov 4, 2017 in Art Journal | 0 comments

Read the previous part of Polly Dolly’s story.   Polly Dolly opened one eye, then the other. Seeing the sunshine, she stretched her arms as far above her head as she could and drew in her breath. “Ahhh! That feels good.” She giggled to herself as the sun’s rays kissed her cloth cheeks. “It’s time to get up!” Moving to swing her little legs off the side of the bed, she began to roll instead, making a sudden, unexpected descent to the floor. For a moment, she blinked. Looking down at the blanket still around her, she laughed. “I’m all tied up!” Rolling across the floor to un-do herself, she stood up and lifted the quilt back onto her bed. It was a little challenging work, having no fingers but thumbs to make the bed, but having known nothing else, Polly Dolly was quite satisfied with herself when she was done. Turning to the mirror nearby, she gave a few quick pats to smooth her clothes. “Now, I’m ready for the day!” When Polly Dolly came downstairs, she decided to go for an early morning walk. It was too early to think about breakfast, and besides, it was a beautiful spring day. “I wonder if I’ll learn something new today?” she thought with a skip. “I like learning new things.” To read the next part of Polly Dolly’s story, click...

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