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"It's the inside that counts"
This blog is no advice or a life story odf a teenager this is a short story through which you can see that it doesn't matter your outside look it's your personality or inside look.
"It's The Inside That Counts"
"It's the inside that counts"
This blog is no advice or a life story odf a teenager this is a short story through which you can see that it doesn't matter your outside look it's your personality or inside look.
"It's The Inside That Counts"
Once upon a time, not too long ago, there lived an old man
by the name of Joe.
Joe made dolls of all shapes and sizes. Some wore cots and
some wore disguises.
They ranged in colors black or white, and came in all size
from heavy to light.
Each doll was different, no two were the same, and every
doll had its own name
Roger resembled a star football player, and William looked a
lot like the mayor.
Bertha was short, a bit round and quiet plain, While Jenny
was pretty and destined for fame.
Joe sold the dolls in a small, redbrick store, Twelve hours
a day people came through the door.
Folks bought the dolls for kids, sisters, and brothers.
Needless to say, some sold better than others.
The boys liked the ones that had knives and ray guns.
A doll with long hair and long, puffy dress, Is usually the
one that the girls liked the best.
Some people collected one of each kind. Others had one
special figure in mind.
One day a girl, who was unlike the rest, came in to pick out
the doll she liked best.
She would randomly pick out a doll from the pile, Keeping
her eyes closed, she would hold it a while.
Then ever so careful, she’d put that doll back, and pick up
another doll from the rack.
Joe watched the girl as she held Annie, then Nick, secretly
wondering which doll she would pick.
Then she picked up a doll no one handled before, not
noticing the face or the clothes that it wore.
The doll had loose seams and was missing a leg, and the
clothes that it wore were made out of rag.
The hair on the doll was like the hair of a clown, and the
face of the doll bore an unpleasant frown.
This doll was about as worn out as they came. It was the
only doll that didn’t have a name.
But as the girl held it, she knew with no doubt, that this
was the doll she’d dreaming about.
Joe rang up the doll and when he
was done, the total came to $3.71.
As she gave him the money she said “It’s too bad, the doll
that I want has a face that’s so sad.”
“What made you pick her she looks such a dread? Why didn’t
you choose one with a smile instead?’
The girl looked up at Joe and said, “I just bet, I know why
this doll is so very upset.
She sat on the shelf being the best she could be, but an
ugly old doll was all people would see.
Since no one would hold her, they never found out, it’s not
the outside, but the inside that counts.”
Joe was impressed by this little girl, She’s one of those
people sees a rock as pearl.
She was unlike the rest and what set her apart =, was instead
of her eyes, this girl saw with her heart.
By
Mollie Thill
