11 PLUSHIE DOLL AT JACK’S HOME:
Jack rang the bell of his house; he heard a dog bark. When he used to ring the bell, the dog used to bark.
"A dog in my house?" He questioned himself.
His mother opened the door. And then he saw that cute-looking dog.
"Mom! Who brought this", he asked.
"You used to ask for someone with whom you can play, here you go, we got a puppy for you", his mother replied
"Mom I meant a little sibling, a younger brother or younger sister." He replied
"But why? To play with them?" his mom asked.
"No! I want a younger sibling whom I can bully." He replied in a sad tone.
"Your dad is waiting for you inside", she said and looked at the doll in Jack's hand.
"Wait, Jack! What is this boy? You came up with a doll?" she asked surprisingly.
"Mom! I will play with a doll until you find a beautiful bride for me "he replied with shyness.
"I am not joking Jack. Why did you come up with a doll." She scolded.
Your mom again started behaving as a stereotypical woman" Jack's father replied from the room.
"Alright do play with her, even bring one for your dad as well," she said carelessly.
Jack went upstairs. Put the doll on his bed. And went to take bath. It was already too late and he was sleepy as well.
On the right side of the bed, he lay and on the left side he put the doll, even he set a pillow under her head, and gave half blanket to the doll.
"So, how's you pretty girl, did you like my room, I mean our room?" he asked naughtily.
He started talking to that doll,
"Aw, look at your hair baby girl, you are such a beauty,
Do let me know if you feel hungry, and do wake me up if, I fell asleep."
He even forgot to turn the lights off and slept.
A dragging voice started disturbing him, the noise kept on coming but he did not open his eyes. It was the sound as if someone is writing something, not with a pen but with something sharper, harsher like with nails.
He opened his eyes and saw on his left side but the doll was not there.
"Where are you sweetheart, did you also leave me just like any other girl," he said.
He stood up and the doll was on the floor as if she fell down.
He grabbed the doll and put her back on the bed.
Then he looked at the mirror.
"Tic-tac-toe?" He said while looking at the mirror.
Somebody drew the lines to play the game named' "Tic-Tac-toe" and even drew a circle which showed that the game is being started.
He came close to the mirror and touch it; it was drawn by a sharp tool.
He was shocked and asked himself,
"Who did it? That stupid dog? No dogs are not this talented, Did I draw this? No, I love to destroy other's things, not mine, then who? Boom that doll?"
He came close to the doll and held his hands to check the nails. But she got no nails rather her fingers from the top seemed chopped.
"Eww, are you in a habit of eating nails, yuck", he said.
He went back to his side to sleep.
Just a few minutes passed, and he again heard the noise.
At this time, it was the noise of children.
"Did my parents adopt children", he asked himself with closed eyes.
"Take your turn take your turn", A voice came from the left side.
He opened his side and immediately look at the left side
The doll was there, laying in the same position.
He started looking at the mirror, he felt there is something which is captivating, he stood up, came close to the mirror, took a marker, and draw a tic to continue the game.
While drawing he heard the sound of laughing and clapping of children.
He turned back but found no one.
In the morning, he woke up and started looking in the mirror, the mirror was free from any kind of mark, he kept on looking in the mirror, held the comb, and started brushing his hair.
"quam pulchra sum"(how beautiful I am), he said while brushing his hair.
He kept on brushing his hair and was consistently saying, "quam pulchra sum, quam pulchra comae est", (How beautiful I am, how beautiful my hair is).
The shocking thing was that instead of brushing his hair like a boy, he was brushing them like a girl brushes her girl, he placed the brush on his head and kept moving to his back.
His mom knocked at his bedroom door.
"Jack! come downstairs, my naughty son," she called him with love.
He did not respond and kept on looking in the mirror.
His mom opened the door and saw his son was too much to indulge with that mirror and brush.
"Jack!" she called.
"Quam pulchra sum" (how beautiful I am), he said while looking into the mirror.
"What did you just say?" she asked surprisingly.
"And you are so possessed with this mirror?" she asked again.
"Jack! I have baked brownies for me, come downstairs before your dad started eating them all", she said.
Jack did not even look at her mother.
Her mother took the towel and started covering the mirror with that. Once the mirror was completely covered, Jack moved, as if someone who held him suddenly left.
"Mom!" he asked with shock.
"What are you doing here?" he asked again.
"What is this attitude, Jack? First of all, you bring that doll, and that doll is sleeping on your bed, and now you are here, brushing your brush like a princess, I am feeling like I gave birth to a girl instead of a boy, your attitude is suspicious." She scolded him.
In the meanwhile, the towel which was covering the mirror fell down, and they both looked in the mirror, both took the brush and started brushing their hair.
"quam pulchra sum" (how beautiful I am), Jack and his moth said in one tone and kept on brushing the hair consistently.
After half an hour, his dad came upstairs.
The door was opened he ended and saw both the son and mother brushing their hair.
"What are you guys up to?" he asked.
No one replied.
He shook his son and called his wife but it was of no use.
"Are you guys mad? Do have some sense, Jack!!" he called them.
As a last try, he went near the mirror and stood in front of that facing his wife and jack.
The mirror was almost covered, and Jack and his mom came back to their senses.
his father said, "something is wrong with this mirror".
"Yes, you are right, it is captivating", she replied
"Even I felt it too" Jack replied.
Jack started talking with his father when he saw his mom holding the brush again and started brushing her hair again.
"Mom!" Jack called anxiously.
"How beautiful I am", she said without even looking into the mirror.
"Mom!!" Jack called her again.
"Yes, honey", she replied.
"Oh, I think you are captivated again", he said.
"No, being a lady, I can say this", she said.
Then they all went downstairs, his father took the mirror with him and put it in the store room.
