Chapter 8
"The doll." Elaine whispered to herself, "What is it doing here?" She took her hand out of her pocket and slowly extended it to the box. Her palm was sweaty and she hesitated before touching the doll sitting quietly in the box. She was afraid to touch it, like something would happen if she did. Elaine put her hand on the doll and pulled it out of the box. She held it in her hand. Elaine examined it and frowned. There was something wrong with it, something that made a chill go up her spine. She looked at it carefully, not sure what was out of place. She looked into the doll's eyes; they looked so familiar. Then, Elaine's eyes fell back to the box. There was a piece of paper inside. She took it out and flipped it over. There was writing on the back. She didn't recognize the handwriting, so she read the note:
"A rabbit lies by a pond, Looking at its reflection, Inside it sees, Its friend the squirrel, Running towards him.
He is glad, for he loves his friend And smiles to himself, turns around, And the squirrel is nowhere to be found.
Instead there stands the big mean wolf, Holding rabbit's tail, He screams and screams, But he is caught, And finished by the wolf.
For wolf is wolf And not what he seems For wolf is not the squirrel."
What is this supposed to mean? Elaine thought and turned to the doll again. Suddenly it hit her, and she gasped. The doll looked just like her mother.
"The doll." Elaine whispered to herself, "What is it doing here?" She took her hand out of her pocket and slowly extended it to the box. Her palm was sweaty and she hesitated before touching the doll sitting quietly in the box. She was afraid to touch it, like something would happen if she did. Elaine put her hand on the doll and pulled it out of the box. She held it in her hand. Elaine examined it and frowned. There was something wrong with it, something that made a chill go up her spine. She looked at it carefully, not sure what was out of place. She looked into the doll's eyes; they looked so familiar. Then, Elaine's eyes fell back to the box. There was a piece of paper inside. She took it out and flipped it over. There was writing on the back. She didn't recognize the handwriting, so she read the note:
"A rabbit lies by a pond, Looking at its reflection, Inside it sees, Its friend the squirrel, Running towards him.
He is glad, for he loves his friend And smiles to himself, turns around, And the squirrel is nowhere to be found.
Instead there stands the big mean wolf, Holding rabbit's tail, He screams and screams, But he is caught, And finished by the wolf.
For wolf is wolf And not what he seems For wolf is not the squirrel."
What is this supposed to mean? Elaine thought and turned to the doll again. Suddenly it hit her, and she gasped. The doll looked just like her mother.