You’ve left your toys outside again.
No. I am not going to clean them for you. Would you like to go get them?
Of course they are yucky. That’s how they look if you leave them in the mud. Lord knows how many infections they carry right now. We are going to have to throw them away.
Anyway, they have become old.
Look at what mommy found for you baby. The poor things are dirty right now but nothing a good scrub won’t fix. And this dolly has hands too, and a nice blue watch. Fancy!
Hurry. If we get into the shelter tonight we can all have a hot water bath tomorrow.
Originally written in response to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers based on a photo prompt by Karuna.
Reposting in response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Sunday Writing prompt: One Person’s Trash