Random Word Story # 20~My Giraffe

giraffe calf | out of reach
giraffe calf | out of reach (Photo credit: Adam Foster | Codefor)

http://www.creativitygames.net has a random word generator.

I have 6 words to incorporate into a short story.


Here is my story:

The worn out toy giraffe was losing stuffing at an alarming rate. Many of its seams had loosened from the wonder years of generous hugs. The local pigeons wasted no time in poking their beaks into the holes and extracting mouthfuls of fluff. Not being alive made moving out of the question for toys. So he sat silently on that park bench…resigned to the indignity of growing old and being forgotten.

Giraffe had once had a certificate of ownership, a purple t-shirt and a little straw hat.  Oh, in the beginning, he was a brilliant orange with embroidered brown patches. Now, his orange was all worn away and the brown patches faded. To the unfamiliar eyes of strangers, he resembled a dis-proportioned cheetah with the mange.

Toy giraffes very often “lose their heads” through the years. Their necks would flop over, unable to support their button-eyed cranium, then finally give up. Decapitation usually brought on the trash bag of nevermore,  even in the clingiest child’s toy box.

Giraffe had had a good stretch. He had been handed down from grandmother to great-grandson. Never was he called by any name but My Giraffe. It had a really good sound, though.

Giraffe had never sailed on the pond before. He captained the toy boat and its fleet yesterday. Sailing was a new activity since he was not water repellent. Usually, he’d served as the pillow for his boy’s neck while riding in the car. His boy had finally invited him along to the park to play and here it would end. The garbage bag of eternity was on its way for sure. Daylight was breaking as the garbage truck roared in the distance.

“TA DA!”

An elderly woman held him out for another one to see.

“I had one of these fellas when I was a kid. Finders keepers.”

The wooosh of air brakes announced the arrival of the garbage collectors. The women sat with the giraffe between them as they fed the pigeons day old donuts. One of them tossed the wrapper toward the bin. The  garbageman grimaced as he bent to pick it up and tote it away.

“How ’bout you ladies hand me the rest of that trash.” Then, he pointed to the toy.

With that , the woman who had first claimed giraffe, held him tightly to her bosom.

” Apparently, you are unable to judge what “is” and “is not” trash my good man. This fellow here is My Giraffe .”

Calling all imaginations…

There is an alarming trend in kid toys in recent years. I’ve watched 2-year-old toddlers receive toys that made no noise, did not light up, and did not ask them to play. The kids are tossing them aside people. The same can be said for greeting cards that contain no money…junk, in the eyes of modern day youngsters.

Yes, some of those electronic toys are cool, but Lincoln Logs are really cool too. Play dough factories are insults to the imagination. Playing with just a few tools and your hands is a fascinating enterprise. A wondrous transformation from a 2 dimensional to 3 dimensional plane is waiting to be awakened in kids. A cardboard refrigerator box makes the grandest spaceship. Threading macaroni on yarn is the best jewelry maker. Just plain making bubbles with a wand allows so much room for creativity.

Greeting cards should NOT contain anything but a message. What ever happened to, “It’s the thought that counts.” ? We are creating the glitz and glam, that’s barren of imagination.
Fewer toys, no batteries, and more thoughts are needed desperately!
Don’t go crazy and throw all the “new” toys out. I suggest that you hide them and bring them out after the kids have had their share of pretend time.
Two tin cans on a string made for hours of fun when I was a kid. I really feel a pang of loss when I see kids with “real” cell phones as toys.

If I were to recommend one, over looked activity, that will bring back a sense of wonder to childhood, I’d choose puppet making. Anyone can make a puppet from a sock or wooden spoon. You’d be very surprised how little they have to resemble Kermit to evoke fun and imagination. Try drawing a face on the inside of your thumb. Making “Thumbkin” talk can make for discussions that will amaze you.
Try drawing in the dirt with a stick. Try using only one color when painting. Make any inanimate item have a voice. NOW, watch the fun and ideas flow!

Imagination is the strongest sense that we have. Don’t let the kids in your life let theirs die.

Toy Fads From My Childhood Days

Should have been a cowboy…

Ride’m Cowboy

There is no doubt where my ideals came from when you realize how “big” the cowboy and western culture was when I was a kid.

My grandparents sent me a shiny metal pair of six-guns (cap guns)in a black leather double holster for my 6th or 7th birthday. The finely tooled leather sported the knight chess piece emblem from “Have Gun Will Travel”. (Wish I still had them today!)

They were heavy and looked real! I don’t believe I have ever felt more awesome than when I buckled on those peace-makers. The smell of leather and sulfur still make goosebumps.

Most of my heroes were male since females, in those days, were portrayed as weak and vain.

I never thought of hurting anyone with those guns. I find the present culture is blaming guns for violence when they might due well to focus the blame on the break down of the family unit and the crumbling morality in this culture. There are “good guys” and “bad guys” whether it is politically correct to say it or not.

Larry the Cable Guy said it best,” If guns can be blamed for killing people then my pencil can be blamed for bad spelling.”

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