The Lost Mitten

The Lost Mitten
By Dawn Musso

Hi, I am a mitten.
This is how my story begins in New York City. I was laying down in a show case in the department store in Macy’s. It is very lonely here with no one to call my own just my neighbor the gloves.
It’s starting to get real cold out winter is coming upon us finally. Maybe just maybe, someone will come in the department store and like me, buy me and take me home with them.
Mittens are much warmer than my neighbor the gloves. Why, is that you ask? Because four of your fingers touch each other and your body heat keeps you hands warm.
My neighbor the glove has a space of its own for each finger and no body heat to keep them warm.
Here come some people looking for mittens. Hey! Hey! Pick me, pick me.
Oh! What good is this doing, they can’t hear me, and mittens can’t talk. Bah!
It would be so nice to have an owner and his or her family to take care of me and makes part of their family.
Oh! Oh! She’s looking at me. Hi please, please pick me. I’m such a pretty color pink and I promise to keep you warm for the winter. Yeah! I should be so lucky for her to pick me out of all the rest.
Yes, yes, she picked me up. Hooray! She is taking me to the register to buy me. Yeah!
Oh thank heaven finally I’m going to have someone to love me. Someone to take me wherever they go, to the park, the stores, the movies, to school, out to dinner, just everywhere. This is going to be so much fun. Not like being alone laying in a show case in Macy’s department store.
My owners name is Grace. She is a very pretty little girl; she has blue eyes and freckles with blonde curly hair similar to Goldie Locks in the Three Bears story. I hope her mother puts her name and address inside me, so if I should get lost someone would be kind enough to bring me back home to Grace. Oh, I knew that this was going to be so much fun Grace takes me everywhere she goes. I have been living with Grace and her family for two months now.
But, one day Grace thought she put me in her coat pocket, but, she missed and I fell on the ground. I lay on the ground all night while people past me by, stepped on me, kick me to the side of the road, ignored me, boy! Oh boy! I was really having a bad night.
The next morning this little old man who has gray hair, brown eyes, and has a sweet kind face he saw me on the ground looked around and did not see anyone I could have belonged to. I prayed, pick me up and read me, please! He picked me up and he saw a tag with Graces name and address on it. He took me to Grace’s house and Grace was so happy to see me.
I said, thank you, thank you so much for getting me back home to Grace and my family. Of course, he could not hear me, but I’m sure he new I was very happy.
Grace was so happy she was jumping up and down, so happy to have me back home with her again to keep her hands nice and warm all winter long.
The End
Copy ©2009 by Dawn Musso, Mississippi