I bring you a Christmas-y drabble! this one takes place during the nativity play at the end of Ramona and her Father, where Ramona is a sheep who bleats out happily during the play (you can consider this as an epilogue of sorts for the book). enjoy!
THEME: #14 ~ Hark! the Herald Angels Sing
The nativity play was over, all the details having blended into one happy blur.
"Ramona!" she heard her father call.
She turned and beamed, twitching her blackened nose. "Baa-a-a!" she bleated joyfully.
Her father grinned. "So you were our lone, loud sheep."
Ramona wilted somewhat (had she really been that loud?), but her mother smiled. "You did wonderfully," she said. "You and Beezus."
"I think she's in the back," Ramona chirped, skipping away. "I'll go get her!"
Backstage was full of the sounds of boys yanked off their tinsel wreaths, girls chattering, and smaller children running around. Across the room, Ramona spotted Henry Huggins' head towering over the others. Beezus would probably be with him. Ramona spun-jumped-pranced her way through the room, smiling from ear to ear.
"Hey, Ramona!"
She slowed to a stop, pirouetting to see Howie still in his beautiful acrylic sheep suit. "Hi," she said, admiring the fleecy white.
Howie pushed closer, eyes gleaming. "Was it really you who bleated out during the play?"
Ramona felt her face flush. She must've been even louder than she thought— everyone must've heard. She glanced around. All eyes suddenly seemed to be on her.
Ramona's good cheer evaporated; she'd ruined the play.
"So what?" she burst out hotly. Drat that Howie. He'd gone and spoilt her mood.
He gave her a strange look. "Nothing. It was funny."
Ramona looked up. "Funny?" she echoed.
"Yeah. Everyone thought it was cute or something."
He then said something about having to find his family, and disappeared into the crowd. How Ramona ended up finding Beezus and meeting her parents at the car, she didn't know. It was another blur.
But a happy blur. She sang along to her father's whistling of "Hark! the Herald Angels Sing," relishing the warm glow in her stomach.
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