Chapter 1
June 27, 2024 at 3:08 AM
August. Morning. Garden. A plaintive cry comes from the summer shower:
- Aunt Tish, save me! I lost my toy!
Aunt Tish, grumbling about clueless holidaymakers, wanders through the garden with a huge toy and gives it to the waiting hand outstretched.
- Hold it, bungler!
- Thank you, Auntie Tish! What would I do without you!
- You would forget your head in the village, - Aunt Tish laughs.
A little later, a man enters Aunt Tish's small kitchen, ruffling his damp hair.
- What a wonderful toy you have, Aunt Tish. So soft and wrinkles so well. What do you do with them?
Aunt Tish looks back at the guest, examining the toy. A toy, like a toy, not even hers, one of the guests forgot. He grins:
- I’m washing it, and suddenly offers, - Take it if you like it.
The man happily kisses Aunt Tish on the cheek.
- Thank you! Come on... - looks around, - let me wash the dishes for you?
The toy affectionately hugs the shoulders of its new night owner. Washing and relaxing is, of course, great. But the time has come to move on.
