Tiffy’s Tea Party

There was a sparkle that caught her eye. She squatted down. Her bare knees cupped at the sides of her cheeks, her dusty socks dangled at her ankles. She parted the grass and prodded about with chubby fingers that bobbed for the sparkly that had caught her eye. A tiny, bright, quick flash and she knew she was close. The sun had glinted off it again.

“What is this?” she said as she squinted out the sun.

Both her hands dove with little feelers crawling through the prickly, cool grass. Her eyebrows furrowed as her curiosity grew. A beautiful little spoon.

“What are you doing out here? Tiffy spoke again, to no one really. “You sure are pretty!” she said excitedly as she flicked a little caked dirt off the spoon’s stem revealing a tiny cluster of spiraling rosebuds. She thought, it must surely be her kitten’s spoon, it was perfectly her size.

“What if Darla had a tea party?” Tiffy said grinning as she caught her breath with silliness. She popped up to a bounding stance and a silly giggle wiggled out. She glanced both ways as if to guard some secret thoughts. Her tiny grin played eagerly across her rosy cheeks. Her eyes twinkled with excitement. She leaped with two big skips, then spun to a halt.

“If that was there, maybe there’s something else!” She teetered down to her knees and gently combed back and forth in the grass and weeds. “Nothing,” she shrugged and bounced back up. A cool, fall breeze blew leaves like confetti motivating her party plans. Tiffy lofted to her feet and was off.

“There’s a party to plan! Darla, here kitty, kitty, kitty!” Tiffy hollered out as she came up on the backyard, from the field behind the house.

Her cheeks were round as little plums and nearly as rosy, because the autumn breeze had turned chilly. Tiffy’s mind was all about party ideas. Her doll table was Darla’s napping spot, her tea set was in a shoe box under her bed. And kittens, the lady across the street had one – Mindy, she’s a honey-gold and white patch cat. Grandma’s cat, Snoops, could come, even though he’s a boy cat. He’s a black cat with a broad, white, knobby, button nose. Her skipping pace quickened across the yard. The little spoon rhythmically flashed in the sunlight, matching Tiffy’s every other skip.

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Hmmm…  An precocious little five-year old girl, Tiffany, makes a discovery that leads to so much more. Her ambitions are big, but her plans give her some troubles. How can she figure out a way to make this work, if nothing seems to work the way she wants. She is not going to let little troubles stand in the way of a terrific tea party, or will she?

 

Author:

FAITH-DRIVEN artist & writer

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