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Roger smelt food. It was definatly Jewellie's cooking. He loved her cooking. She made the best mashed potatoes in the world. They were creamy but also had little chuncks of potatoe in them. How he loved it. He drove himeself over to the house.

"Can someone pass me down some food?" Roger asked, his mouth already watering.

Jewellie smiled to herself. She had just heard Roger call down from outside of the dollhouse. Normally, she would yell for him to come and get it himself, but Roger was a toy train and and Jewellie couldn't bare to think of what the children would say if they found tire tracks in their dollhouse. It was the only thing in the whole play room that they weren't reckless with. Oh, no- not the dolls inside of the house- but the house itself.

"What'll it be tonight, Roger? Chicken? Hamburgers? Mashed potatoes?" she called down to him, peeking from the kitchen window. She also saw Nia, a new and insecure toy, sitting over in a corner alone, silently sobbing to herself.

"Nia!" Jewellie called to the stuffed tiger, "Come and get some food in you! Same with the rest of you toys- if you can fit through the door, come on in! Today's main meal is fried chicken with the sides of mashed potatoes and gravy and biscuits. For all of you who can't fit through the door, yell out your orders!"

"Hey thanks Jewellie! Ummm...I'll have the main meal. You know how much I love your mashed potatoes." Roger said, eagerly awaiting his meal.

Maria's attention was diverted when she smelt food, she wasn't that hungry- but she was enough and she had to ask something to Jewellie. She ran quite swiftly for a doll and was soon at the doll house. She swung open the door and went into the kitchen, smiling. "Jewellie, I will have my normal gumbo with bread- but I must ask you something..." she seemed almost embarrassed by what she was going to ask, but the smile remained on her lips.

Shadow smiled, she loved the generosity of toys. They were kind, and courteous. Shadow slowly approached the doll house, knowing she couldn't fit through the door, she sat down outside. "I'm sure anything you makeowuld be lovely, Jewellie," Shadow answered. "I'm just glad I ca nfinally eat after all this time sat on a shelf."

Jewellie yelled a quick 'bombs away!' and dropped down some food for Roger.

She then turned to the Gypsy doll who had spoken to her. She first handed her the food she had requested, and then spoke with a smile on her lips.

"Ask away!"

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Nia wiped her face with a paw.

Stupid me.., she thought to herself, Crying in front of everyone else. They'll all think I'm a big baby now...

She straightened herself when she heard someone call to her- it was Jewellie, from the kitchens. Now that Nia thought about it, she was pretty hungry. She trotted half-heartedly to the dollhouse and walked slowly through the door and up the stairs to the third floor, where she joined a gypsy doll and Jewellie.

"Thanks a million!" Roger said as he moved away from the doll house to eat his dinner.

"Hey Shadow," Roger said as he rolled past Shadow, "Dinner is really good tonight."

Shadow smiled at the carefree toy. "I agree," she said as she took her portion from the dolls. She sat down next to Roger and started eating. Shadow was always amazed at the ability of the toys. The dolls were excellent cooks, the wooden puppets were excellent builders, but why wasn't she good at anything. A single tear fell out of Shadow's eye, but she tried to keep her composure, and stopped any more coming out.

Every toy her was sad, but we had t make the best of this situation. Christmas was coming up soon, and we'd have some fresh toys here. Shadow always liked to watch the new toys from her shelf, but now she had fallen down, and she wouldn't get back up, she could meet the optimistic toys in person, and hopefully some of their optimism would rub off on the toys.

Maria looked up and asked clearly, "Is it...Is it alright if I stay in the doll house for the next few nights...the excitement of being able to sleep in that drawer has-has worn off, and its not the most comfortable sleeping space..." she trailed off, looking hopefully at Jewellie.

(Until someone tries to give me a nickname,I'll refer to my character as ___)

____ walked slowly to the dollhouse for some food. She sneezed a few times to get the dust out of her nose, and shook her body to get rid of the rest.

God, I hate these owners, why can't they treat toys the way they should be? Those cruel human monsters! Why must old toys like me be so broken? If two days old is considered 'old' to those..those...those freaks!

She shot her tail straight up and walked over to eat dog food, gritting her teeth to show how mad she was at these careless owners.

They're careless alright, in both definitions! Now I've got to find my leg, because those inhumane kids won't fix it for me, let alone find it!

She looked at the bandage that was her leg. A nurse doll had used another leg as a 'cast' for it, apparently from some toy that was broken and unfixable, who had dissapeared into the forbidden zone of dismay: the trash bin. Some say they lead to factories where they're disposed of to make new toys. ___ wished she didn't have such a cursed leg. She thought of the days in the windowshelf, her happy days. So many children would stare at her, eyes in awe. So many had wanted her, but then they came. She vividly remembered they words they had said:

"0o0o0o, lets get him!"
"We can play hopsitlal!"
"You mean 'hospital'"
"yeah, whatever lets just rip him and 'fix him up!'"

Those were the dreadful words that got her here,to this hell hole. To others this may look like a haven, but she knew the lie. The kids' maid had stuck so many broken toys into the closet, some were even 'thrown out'. She shuddered at the thought. More were being thrown out, but not as much as she heard from another doll. Many people feared they the dreaded week called 'spring cleaning'.

"Thank goodness it isn't for another few months,"she muttered under her mouth.

Shadow looked up from her plastic food, to see a new toy sitting near to her. She never saw this toy before, but he couldn't have been too new, the scoundrels had already gotten their hands on them. He looked angry, so she approached him. "Hello, soldier. How are you coping?" she said jokingly as if it were a battleground, "All the troops are injured, don't feel vindicated." she added, trying to lighten the mood.

"Oh, of course... er... what is your name?" Jewellie asked the gypsy doll, feeling embarassed, "Don't worry- any person who can fit through the door is always welcome in the doll house", Jewellie said with a smile.

"Now, let's see- we have one room open on the yellow floor, another on the red floor, and we also have a room open in the green floor. Or, if you'd like, you may sleep in the living room on any of the floors- red, yellow, orange, blue, green and purple."

_____walked over to the door to get a nap, in her own corner of the shelf. She noticed a gypsy doll and someone else,'jewellie' was her name. ____ never knew her name, as it was ripped from her the second she was bought. All she could remember was the children saying something like 'kat', but she never knew the rest. She wish she had a name for herself.Without one, she was just another lifeless toy.

"Can you hurry up and move?" she said as she tried to hide her feelings.

"I won't wait all day just to get through the door. Some people have to sleep you know..."

Maria smiled in thanks, an embarassment leaked into her sparkling eyes at the name comment, "My name is Maria- we've been introduced before, I believe, Jewellie..." she paused and then continued thusforth, "I think I will have the room open in the yellow room...if it isn't too much trouble!" Maria grinned, but inside she wondered, I thought I have been here long enough to be friends with Jewellie- then she thought with upset feelings, would if all my "friends" don't even know my name! She had always tried to be social, but did a gypsy doll call too strange to other toys? The upset and worriedness dampened her smile.

Shadow quickly ate her fill of the plastic food, and prepared to head towards the doll house, when a much more promising find came into his view. He hurredly rushed over to a dusty toybox, to find a small, black bead. His eye! He smiled that these two little savages hadn't burnt it, or some other deed. Shadow remembered the old plastic food, and jogged merrily to the doll house to return the food to Jewellie, similing.