Little Miss Bonny
The six-year-old girl tucked her hair behind her ear with her right hand while holding the book down on her lap with her left. Softly but clearly, her young, immature voice chirped amidst the voices of loud grown-up gossip. “I do not like them in a box. I do not like them with a fox.” She clenched her little baby teeth slightly, and pronounced the x-sound as distinctly as the sound of a shoe crushing a crisp autumn leaf. “I do not like them here or there. I do not like them anywhere.” She lifted the tones of the last words of those sentences, mistakenly reading them as if they ended in questions marks instead of periods. I opened my mouth to correct her, but decided that her mother would not like it if a stranger spoke to her. “I do not like green eggs and ham. I do not like them, Sam-I-am.” She turned the page with her small, delicate fingers, and continued to read. Her audience consisted of just her mother and me, a stranger sitting beside her on the train, listening to every word projected by her high-pitched voice that reminded me of the first time I read that book by Dr. Seuss.
Note: I got my inspiration for this blurb from Bonny’s last blurb. I liked her style so much that I wanted to try it. Since I don’t know the little girl’s name, I decided to accredit Bonny by naming this piece after her.
November 13th, 2007 at 10:56 pm
Lol interesting blurb…. It was cool how one event can evoke the memory of something so distant.
Note: Nice that you credited Bonny after you were telling me how much you loved her last blurb