I stood outside Shepherd's Gift Store peering through the window looking at all the fine ares for sale. I gazed at the dolls inside, a skating scent, medieval pageant, the interiors of what might have been Buckingham Palace. I fantasized about changing places with ne of the dolls. Of becoming part of that fun looking set. How magical that would be instead of my dreary existence. I craved excitement and the dolls seemed to have it.
The more and more I fantasized abut it, the more that I thought that I was thinking the way that the dolls did. Seeing myself and my fellow humans the way that they did, Seeing how self-centered and oblivious to the rights and lives of others, especially the seemingly inanimate creatures that they call "dolls." Human beings can be so driven, tormented. The more I thought about it, the more that I realized what we must seem to the dolls who were standing there in the display window looking at us.
The more that I thought about it (or was it my fantasies?) , I came to realize that dolls were living beings too. However, these living beings, like their plants counterparts, were unable to communicate with us. Unable to put us inferior human beings in out proper place. The more I thought about it, the clearer it became what I must do: Become a one-man Doll Liberation Front. I must strike a heavy blow for the freedom of these little wooden beings.
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