-Hi, my name is Jeny. Every one says that I*m nicer than Barbie, she*s kind of hoity toity (arrogant) and her perfection is quite disturbing. Me, I have fourty inches, varnished sandals, a pinky little dress and lacy gloves. My hair is red for being always in the lime light and my eyes are
black in order to read better the night.
Jeny has been living in a shopwindow for 5 years until a gang of burglers broke into the store. They stole the money and one of the thieves, being charmed by Jeny*s charisma, grabbed her in order to give her as a present to his daughter. This was the chance of Jeny to escape, she snicked out of the bag and run beneath the protection of an old oak that embraced her with tens of leaves. The next day she woke up with a sparkle of fear in her eyes. All those new things were confusing her...she span around until she fell down on her knees. When she rose her head, her look met a greedy face: a dog face. She screamed on the top of her cotton lungs and than she tumbled into a faint. Soon after she found herself surrounded by lots of children, giggling, playing, having fun.One of the little girls noticed Jeny, took her and went to the kindergarden with a large smile on her face since she had found the most beautiful puppet she has ever seen.
There I met Lisa and Tom,my best friends. Lisa is a mirror which lives in the house of a Barbie and Tom is a toy with clown face, he always makes me smile.
