Plastic Farm Animals – what a strange name. It must mean something… Is it about plastic, farms, animals or all three? To tell the truth it is about two little girls playing treasure hunt.
The younger of these pretty little girls, Amy, had written a series of notes for her older sister, Emily, to use as clues. Each note led to another note. The last note would take Emily to the treasure.
For hours on this housebound winter’s day, they moved around the house with Amy hovering expectantly over Emily as she inched ever closer to the prize. Meanwhile, Bob and I were doing our own thing, talking or working on dinner. We weren’t paying much attention to the game, as we had long ago taken Emily and Amy’s ability to entertain themselves for granted.
In fact, we might not have noticed the game at all if we hadn’t overheard Emily’s exclamation upon unearthing her treasure. And seen Amy’s crestfallen face as she exited their bedroom. Emily had said, “You brought me all this way for Plastic Farm Animals!?!”