A dazzling full moon camouflaged the
sinister aura of the fierce, gusty wind.
The grandfather clock chimed midnight. Bickering and scuffling sounds interrupted the
stillness in the night. The streetlight
shone through the bay window capturing the shadows of the female dolls shoving
Buckwheat as he tried to defend himself.
The females discharged words at Buckwheat like a firing squad.
“Who is he?” Hearts asked.
“You mean what is he?” Chelsea asked.
“Why’s he in our display case anyway?” Amazing Grace asked.
“And
his skin is jet black,” Satin Doll said.
“Ugh, just look at his disgusting clothes,” Nalo
said.
“And
his hair is ridiculous.” “He’s a
disgrace to our race,” Sophisticated Lady said.
Buckwheat backed up trembling as the women viciously attacked him with their
fingernails. As Buckwheat tried to
defend himself, hands whacked his body.
Buckwheat covered his face and slumped. “Look ladies, I’s not heah to start a fight.”
“O-tay, jus let me be and I’ll keep mah
distan.”
Sophisticated Lady signaled the others to
stop, but with mean spiritedness, she jabbed her finger into Buckwheat’s
stomach. “And his English is deplorable.”
Sophisticated Lady halted her attack, positioned her hands on her hips
and shook her head. “What kind of speech
is that?” “Are you speaking Ebonics,
slang or some kind of foreign language?”
The other girls joined in with more banter.
“Yeah, yeah, Sophisticated Lady, let him
have it.”
Spiff yapped and
nudged closer to the action, which startled the females.
“We will let you alone for now, but you
have not heard the last of us,” Satin Doll said.
Sophisticated Lady waved her finger at
Buckwheat. “You cannot stay in our
display case looking or talking like that.
You are a disgrace. Shame on
you.”
Satin Doll turned up her nose, “And
besides, we only allow females in our case.”
The females
scoffed at Buckwheat and sashayed back to their poses.
