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Chapter 2 - The Doll Man
There was no way that Aunt Gretchen would allow anyone but Pinky to
win this race. She approached the judge of the Triathlon, Judge Judie. It
was clear that he was intimidated by the grubby, large mass in his view.
However, he was distracted by something else.
Judge Judie’s small, beady, rat eyes zeroed in on the limp piece of cloth
in the bag. Gretchen’s gossip radar beeped loudly as it noticed the
Judge’s gaze. Nimble steps were taken around the small man as a horrid,
wrinkled frack obscured his view.
“So tell me, Judge Judie, who do you think is likely to win this years
race?”, questioned Gretchen.
Judge Judie was a short, brittle man, shy and secretive, who was known
as Mortimores’
awkward
and quirky, forever lonesome bachelor. With
rusty brown hair, a mousy voice and little self esteem combined with his
keep-to-himself lifestyle, few considered him worthy for their time. Ru-
mours were often heard with his name, but no one knew his true, deep in-
tentions.
“Well, it is yet to be seen,” stammered the terrified Judge. His eyes dared
not to glance at the ferocious snake above him, and they instead trailed the
doll in the bag. That fact was not missed by Gretchen, who could tell his ac-
tions were out of the norm.
Something is going on, she thought.