The doll story

There was once a little girl who was very pretty that everyone called her dollface. Her name was Polly. By nature she was very sweet except when some one called her "dollface".Polly lived by the river with her grandfather. Her grandfather told her stories of far and wide. Polly used to get so immersed in the stories that she will think herself of the main character of the story.
Her grandfather went to forest daily to pick woods and they lived by selling the woods in the market. One day as the grandfather went out for the daily work he called out to Polly " Dollface I am going to work".
"Grandpa, do not call me dollface. I do not like that name. " She made a big face.
"Sorry sweetheart I forgot about that. These kids around here keep calling that name, got to warn these kids." He grinned to himself. "I have made egg bacon and sausages. Have it and be at home, I will just be in time".
" OK grandpa.Take care in the woods. Come back soon."
When her grandpa went for work Polly used to go to play with her friend Julie. But now Julie had gone to her aunt's home in England.
Polly felt bored. She had a small collection of dolls which her grandpa had bought her for christmas and every birthday of hers. How much she longed for her parents every birthday. When Julie used to tell that her mother made her cake,pudding Polly used to feel bad that she had nothing to tell.
Her grandpa did not know what a small girl might like for a toy. He brought her warrior, queen, king, socerer, sword, dairy,armchair, a beautiful lady,cradle. The cradle was empty. When she asked her grandpa, he told her " It was meant to be empty" with a sadness in his voice.
Polly decided to play with her toys and gathered them together. "Today we are alone at home, lets play a game. Let the king be king and queen be queen and I am the little princess. " She drew a palace on the floor and kept the king and queen. She took the beautiful lady and pointed to her. You will be my guide. As soon as she said the following words the house started rotating and split into two. Polly thought there was an earthquake and her grandpa had told her a lot about earthquakes. She tried to hold on to nearest pillar. Her hands started aching and she was not able to hold anymore. She fell into the darkness. It was deep deep darkness. She was screaming and falling down. There was a loud thud. Polly had reached the bottom. Her eyes were full of tears. She thought she had died as many in the village used to tell that little Paul who lived nearby had an accident and died. Polly lay in the ground. A gentle hand touched her. Polly got up and opened her eyes. She shrieked. "This cannot be true. Where am I? Am I dreaming? Grandpa please come. Where are you?"

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