A week ago I posted the first story of a little girl named Ann. Today the story and Sunday morning continue as her and her family all get up and ready for another day.
The sun rose the next day and beamed on it’s beautiful, Kansas land. Snow lay everywhere covering the fields, houses, and trees. It sparkled in the light like thousands of regal diamonds. Crimson gold and magenta colors filled the sky as the sun rose in all majesty and splendor of a king. The regal glow shone through the windows of my room.
I got up and smiled at the sun. It was absolutely beautiful and was especially perfect for a Sunday! I stood a the window absorbing the majestic sight, happy to be alive. I grinned as I watched our cat pick it’s way through piles of marshmallow white snow.
“Kate! Are you awake?” Mom called sometime after I had awakened.
“Yeah Mommy I am!” I answered turning from the elegant scene.
“Do you want some breakfast?” Mom called. “Oh and check on Ann when you come. See if she’s up!”
Our family was an early rising family. Both Mom and Dad had always been early risers and I, as a three year old, started getting up at eight o’clock and basically go up no later than that everyday since! Considering I was only six and often got up at seven or earlier I had the getting up thing down.
Then there was Ann. She got up once everyone else was up because we were all being loud (I could sing in a very charming screech and easily wake anyone up.)
However, if left alone, the three year old would sleep for hours if not days without stirring once. At first Mom had been devastatingly frightened that something was wrong with her tiny, little Ann. But her sister, Jenny Springs, informed her that their oldest daughter, Addy, who was five, slept like a hibernating bear and only go up before nine or ten when dragged out of bed! She also mentioned the very infatic stating that all childen need ten hours of sleep.
That calmed Mom down some and Ann did begin to rise when the family did and showed no signs of needing more sleep.
Aware of this whole factor I tiptoed to Ann’s bed room door and thrust myself through the stuffed animal filled room. Ann had a pink, cheery room. The left wall held a white dresser that stretched out beneath a sign saying, ‘Pink is Perfect for a Princess Like Me!’ Beside that, positioned in the far, left corner, was Ann’s little bed. At that moment her bed was smothered in stuffed animals.
The back wall had a pink crate with blue, green, orange, and purple letters saying, ‘toys’. Above the crate was a large window opening to the east. Across the room from her bed, by the right wall, perched pink castle. The bottom was a toy box and the top was a small doll house though for Ann it was stuffed animal house! Behind it was a small closet. The partly opened door revealed a jungle of clothes and a shelf that dripped with toys.
In the closest corner, right by the door, a desk and easel sat together happily. Crayons, pencils, paper, and other supplies adorned the little desk and a newly constructed picture hung on the easel.
The light brown, wood floor I was tiptoeing through had hundreds, or several, stuffed animals curled up in beds. Each had their own blanket and many had pillows. Some were in the castle, some in the left corner by the white dresser, and many were spread about the floor in various mazes. But most were piled, neatly, on Ann’s bed!
Ann was awake but she hadn’t moved. She was face to face with a tiny puppy who had been around since Mom was little. The puppy lay on his stomach it’s brown ears sticking straight out of its head.
Ann was whispering to it for she always whispered in the mornings. And the puppy was talking to her.
“So you agree?” She whispered.
“Yes, of course, I do.” The puppy replied in his gruff little voice.
“Good! I knew you would!” Ann smiled. “Now I want you to tell all the dogs, but don’t tell Ellie.” She noted.
“Of course.” The dog answered. “I’ll tell them not to tell her. Do you want me to tell anyone else?”
“No.” Ann whispered. “Leo lion is telling the cats. Pinzon is telling the fish and I’m going to ask Joy to inform the birds. Sara’s telling the dolls and I’m telling jungle animals.”
“Very well. When is the party?”
“November twelve, of course, right on her birthday.”
“Ann.” I greeted. “Are you hungry? Mom has breakfast.”
“Oh, ‘ello Kate!” Ann grinned.
“Good morning.” The dog replied.
“Do you want some breakfast?”
“I’d wike bweakfast but Gumption and I awe de onwy ones up. I don’t want to wake de oder animals so I’ll just have to wait until dey get up!” Ann sighed at her sacrificial kindnesses. The stuffed animals on her bed were always a problem.
“They are always sleeping in late!” I proclaimed. “Just wake them up!”
The stuffed animals did sleep in late! Even though Ann slept in till nine or ten they were often even later than she was! Still she would wait kindly on them for they needed their sleep! I had suggested having them all just sleeping on the floor but it hurt their feelings if Ann did not let them sleep on the bed with her. So Ann always let them for she too loved it when they slept with her.
“Dey do sleep in but dats ok. I’ll just miss bweakfast and it’s Sunday so dey can rest.” She decided.
I nodded. “So you won’t come down?”
”No.” Ann would bear missing breakfast for her stuffed pets. She loved them so!
“Alright!” I shook my head at Ann’s silliness and headed out of the room, leaving her to whisper with Gumption.
I trotted out of Ann’s room and headed for the stairs that were at the end of the hall. From the stairs the first room to the right was mine. Right across the hall, on the left side, was the guest room. Ann’s room was at the end of the hall on the right. Across from her room another hall headed left and ended at the bathroom. Doors from the sewing/store room also opened up into the second hall.
I trotted away from all this and headed down the creeky, wooden stair steps to the main floor.
“Mom!” I called as I turned from the steps and headed through the living room to the kitchen. “Ann’s animals aren’t awake yet so she cant get out of bed and disturb them!”
Mary Kentworth, my Mom, laughed. “Well, I guess she’ll be up there awhile then! That cow of her’s, Mable, sleeps clear on top and she will not ever wake up!”
I grinned. “She’d sleep till twelve!”
“Or till the cows come home!” Mom chortled. “Oh well.” She chuckled. “Since Ann can’t get up we’ll get more breakfast!”
“What’s this about Ann not getting up? Is she still asleep?” Job Kentworth, my energetic Dad, inquired as he strode on through the back door. He had been out checking cows.
“Ann’s animals are sleeping in again and keeping her from getting up! She’ll bother them if she gets out of bed!” I cried in explanation.
Dad laughed. “I suppose I could try to help her!”
With that he headed toward the stairs and I jumped up to run after him and see what he would do. Would he wake the stuffed animals up?
Dad trotted up the stairs and into Ann’s bedroom. Then he and I tiptoed past the sleeping animals on the floor and to Ann’s well stuffed bed,
“Good mowning Daddy.” Ann whispered. “Why awe ou up ‘ere?”
“To say good morning.” Dad replied. ”Are they all asleep again?”
“Wes, my stuffys won’t wake up!” Ann noted, calling her stuffed animals by her nickname for them.
“Well,” Dad suggested. “what if I help you get out?” With that he reached down and took hold of Ann’s arms and pulled her up a bit. Then her grabbed her waist and pulled her clear out of bed and set her safely on the floor beside him and me.
“There you go and the stuffys are still snoring!”
And they were asleep! They were a little less piled, of course, but they were otherwise unmoved!
“T’anks Daddy!” Ann whispered. “Would o get Gumption? ‘es awake too.” Dad retrieved the puppy and the four of us happily headed downstairs for breakfast.
It was after breakfast when Ann noticed the sunrise, the snow, and remembered Heaven. And after that none of them left her mind!