a LOST superhero

Many of you know I am the oldest of six children. This meant many things, but I spent many an afternoon, evening, car ride, etc. helping my mother entertain little ones. I started making up stories about the kids things, animals, scenarios and they always thoroughly enjoyed them. My mother also made this a regular habit - probably where I came up with the idea - giving us many wonderful stories about tangle rats, our pets, and her own experiences as a little girl with big brothers.

I still find myself from time to time conjuring up stories about little things and from time to time I will jot them down. So when a friend left his little superhero one afternoon after playing I came up with this story to humor him upon the superhero's return.

Feel free to use the story if you ever find yourself in the same prediciment - returning a lost toy (filling in the specefics where you may).

Letter From A Lost Superhero:

by Alison M. English

Copyright 2011

I have been on a long journey through the neighborhood. After you left the English house on Thursday night I very quickly realized that I wasn’t with you. I was a little scared, but not really. I am a super hero after all. So after an evening of being fought over by Charlotte and Douglass Charles I decided it was time to venture out on my own to find you.

I got up bright and early Friday morning. It was a bit rainy, but I was determined, determined to return to you. I sat out on foot hoping that maybe, just maybe there was some way I could jump on a car, ride a dog, or even talk a bird into flying me home.

I do believe I would have been there Saturday, but after trusting a very devious squirrel I found myself on quite the detour. That silly squirrel swore to me that she knew the way – she described your play set, the front porch, and cows in the pasture to a “t.” Nonetheless, by the end of the day Saturday I found myself on the other side of the golf course, near the pool, and even further from you than before.

Finally this morning I found myself in the graces of a very pudgy cat and with some coaxing she agreed to return me the our part of the neighborhood. We took golf course trails and before we knew it I recognized the main street where we live.
I walked the rest of the way and knowing that I couldn’t get into the house I felt sure someone would find me here, in the mailbox, waiting for you. It has been a long, hard journey and I am one tired superhero, but I am so glad I found my way back to your beloved room.