21. A little hood and booties. A beginning of the story

"And how are you, Sophie? How are you doing? OK,  I'm fine". 

And then I could only listen to her endless stories about what happened in the morning, 

in the evening and at night. We have had such and alike talks  since Sophie came to us. 

Well, that she came is maybe not the adequate word. She appeared suddenly. 

When I asked her how she arrived and where she came from Sophie only smiled mysteriously. 

One day, however...

she asked me to make her a green little hood and red bootees. She wanted to look like her friend, 

a little gnome, she travelled with. I pricked up my ears. "And what happened to him? 

Where's he now?" - asked I. Sophie's answer was short. He just jumped into a white house, and she chose my window. As she was saying this, Sophie nestled herself in the sunlit chair and stretched. Hmmm, very interesting. I did not say anything. And then Sophie fell asleep. 

I wondered - "Have I got any red and green yarns? Well, let's try and find something."

I was beginning to think that my adventure with the little doll was becoming more and more interesting each day.

Soon the cap and bootees were ready, but Sophie was sleeping on and on. At last she woke up. Seeing a new hood she put it on immediately. She really liked it. So did I.

"And what are they? Bootees... red bootees. Just as I wanted them..." 

The little shoes walked down to Sophie and quickly jumped onto her little feet.

She admired them for a few minutes. Next she looked anxiously through the window just to be sure nothing exciting happened outside while she looked at her new shoes. 

It was quiet, she glanced at me.

I knew she wanted to tell me something. I waited...

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20. Sophie?

I thought about Sophie even then when, after returning from holidays, I tried to sort out my impressions associated with holidays....

One day when I sat at my computer looking at photos I noticed "something" on the table. This tiny "thing" stared intensely at me or the computer in turn.

Sophie - I thought. Yes, she will look like this... Why not?... Sophie, absolutely, or... maybe Sophy.

Sophie... a high-spirited and smart little girl. With her brown and ginger hair, not too long, and... greenish eyes. Her eyes - yes... with a nice shade of green, almost turquoise. They look deep into your eyes as if they wanted to x-ray you. I wonder what thoughts this little creature may have. - I meditated for a second or two, when suddenly I heard quite clearly : What are you doing? Looking at something...?

Oo, yes, I... am looking at my photos. Do you know what photos are?

Sophie, because this was little Sophie, doesn't look surprised. She nodds her head vigorously.

Ooh! A lizard. How you got this pic? - questions Sophie.

I took it. It's a picture from my holidays.

I never seen such a green lizard. She's got a very long tail and is so... fast. - she adds.

Mhm, yes, it is very agile...  And you, Sophie,you are really bright. Green is your favourite colour, I suppose. - I say.

Maybe. I'm not sure, but maybe it is. - Sophie agrees in the end.

I am quite certain about Sophie now, so I have started  working on her. 

I hope she will be finished soon, because Sophie herself promised to help.

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