Puff and Billy

The moment Adair named her piglet Puff, the piglet became the best doll she ever had, and best friend. Same when she named her goatlet Billy.

You pretend to care for a raggedy anne, but a piglet and goatlet require care… A lot, too.

You feed your raggedy anne plastic toy food using plastic toy spoons. Any pleasure provided is as much in the imagination as if your raggedy anne were short stalks of corn held together by dried leaves of corn; the food fed being whatever happens to be around at the time, including dirt.

It is an open question whether you imagine your raggedy anne poops. I would say, if you are or were a girl, probably not. Adair is a girl. Emie is a girl. Margaret is a girl. Ghislaine is a girl.

It is not an open question whether your piglet or goatlet poop. Heck yes they poop!

Adair experimented with diapers on Puff and Billy. Diapers made of the same cloth as Adair’s own diapers, which had been retained by the Kellström family on the grounds they made good rags. Adair’s poop had long, long ago been so thoroughly cleansed from these diapers, they, in color, appeared “pure”.

Everyone in the Kellström family knew they were, nevertheless, Adair’s diapers, getting a scoop on Adair’s poop, before Adair’s poop could appear as a smear on Emie’s Clean Well-lit kitchen, of yore.

Neither Puff nor Billy would tolerate diapers, and as Adair used her old safety pins, same ones securing diapers to her personage, Puff and Billy would in no time squiggle out. Poop all over the dang place, including the parlor. Adair would do her best to clean it up before Jakob or Emie would notice. They noticed, of course, as they lived in the same house, so they were never all that far away.