Goodness Precious Puddin' Pie always thought her name was a
bit too long. "Call me Puddin'," she'd say to those she
met. People stopped and stared when they saw her walking
down the sidewalk. She kind of wobbled, hopped and skipped
all at the same time. But it wasn't the way she walked
that made people stare, more so the fact that they'd never
seen a Goodness Precious Puddin' Pie before. |
"Call me Puddin'," she said to Bill one day who was shining her
her shoes and whistling. "Call me Bill," Bill said.
Puddin' had just moved to a new place. "The Big City," she
liked to call it. Bill the shiner of shoes was the first
person she had met in the Big City.
"You're new, aren't you?" Bill said.
"Oh yes I am. How ever did you know?"
Bill squinted as he looked up at Puddin, "We don't have
any of your kind around these parts."
Puddin' felt sad when Bill said "your kind," like being
different was bad.
"What do you mean?" Puddin' asked.
"Well, mostly" Bill began to explain, "we've got fruit."
Puddin' looked puzzled.
"Ya know like Lilly Sour Apple Pie--Apple for short--she
works over there. Then there's William Washboard Banana
Bread--some people call him Banana, but I prefer people call
me Bill, just Bill." Bill winked, "But no ma'am, we've never
had any Puddin' before. Glad to have something different
Puddin' smiled and thought to herself that the Big City
would be a great place to be new.
To be continued
About the author
Amanda J. Goldstein is a senior in the College of Communication at Boston University. Currently, she is
producing two children's programs with Hothouse Productions
at Boston University. She also has a children's book in
the works. Amanda is persuing a career in children's
The Prune Copyright 2001, Amanda J. Goldstein
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