It was a sunny summer Sunday in the Walker house.
"How old are you?" Mrs. Walker asked little Jezebel.
“Stop, she’s one,” said Mr. Walker for Jezebel, since she was only one
and still couldn't say how old she was.
“Who wants cake?” asked Mrs. Walker.
When little Jezebel’s cake arrived, she devoured the cake like a hungry
lion who hadn't eaten all day. Then her mommy asked if she could have
some, and little Jezebel looked at her as if she were crazy. Then her
eyes seemed to be saying, “Who do you think you are? This is my cake,
for me and only me.” That vanilla icing mango cake left a very good
taste in her mouth. Mrs. Walker, with her smooth silky hair and her tan
brown skin and her coffee brown eyes, took Jezebel’s plate, but little
did they know that Jezebel knew how to get out of her high chair and to
the cake, which she wanted to devour, devour, devour.
When her parents were gone, Jezebel pushed the cake off the dinner table
and into the living room. Then she saw Mom’s porcelain china in the
cabinet and climb, climb, climb she went. When she was on top of the
cabinet, rick rack rickety rock it went, then like a miracle, she got
off, and safely too, and the cabinet was safe as well. Then in came the
family dog, Rex. Rex was a lovable, gentle dog, but when it came to the
safety of the family, he was as vicious as a badger. Then little Jezebel
did what she did best, which was climb, climb, climb, and she got onto
Rex's back. She went through the street and into the garbage, and then
ring ring went Mr. Walker’s phone.
“Yes, this is Ms. Higgleberry. I called wanting to say your daughter is
here with me. And she’s on Rex’s back, but he won’t let me touch her, as
if he is protecting her. Please come.”
“I’ll be on my way.”
After a great car ride, little Jezebel was tired and sleepy, and when
she was in bed, she dreamed about her adventure devouring cake, climbing
onto the cabinet, riding on Rex’s back, travelling in the car, and
finally getting into bed. Sleep well, Jezebel.