“You could use this one.” A little voice murmurs beside me, holding out a third doll.
“That is an excellent idea.” I agree, smothering my pleasure and pretending like this is no big deal. “But I only have two hands… do you think you could help me?”
The little girl balks slightly. “I dunno the story.”
“Well that’s okay.” I reason. “We can make up our own story. Sometimes that’s the best thing to do when things don’t go as planned.”
She still looks hesitant, so I bounce one of the dolls in my hand over to her, pointing it in the direction of the offered doll. “Hmm, are you a good witch or a bad witch?” I say in the doll’s silly voice.
The corner of the child’s mouth twitches up, and then she drops her voice to it’s lower octave and says, “I’m a bad witch of course, mwahaha.”
I pry up
