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| Prompt: Write about living in a Doll House.
I watch humans as they clean their house. A little girl picks me up. I hope she does drop me. Oh no. The cat bats me around. The little girl puts me back in my room and the cat leaves. I have a little Teddy Bear and I sit in my rocking chair. It's raining outside. The parents, daughter and son are watching TV. They are watching Land Of The Giants. They are my size. Cute. I have a dog and he sits beside me. The people don't know I can think and feel. The little girl is nice to me. I wish they would buy more dolls for the house. I get lonely. The next day, the little girl brings me a family! Parents and a sister and a cat! I am not lonely. The humans go to bed and we eat, play games and have fun all night. We have a nice living room, dining room, bedrooms, a patio outdoors but we have to beware of the human's dog. I have a good life now. The little girl is nice to us. She bought us play room furniture. I think we are happier then the humans. We are always together. Our house is a big Victorian Mansion. To us little dolls, anyway. We love our life.