Karen's Book by Ann M. Martin

Author:Ann M. Martin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2016-08-23T04:00:00+00:00

Goosie and Moosie

After awhile I got used to living at the little house and visiting the big house. But it was not so easy at the beginning. I did not like leaving Mommy. And sometimes I would forget things at one house or the other. (I was not a true two-two yet.) The first time Andrew and I went back to the big house, I forgot my toothbrush.

“We have plenty of extras,” said Daddy.

I chose a pink-and-blue-striped one. It was pretty, but it was grown-up size and too big for my mouth.

Another time I forgot my pajamas. Hannie was sleeping over anyway, so she brought me a pair of hers.

But there were two things I always needed to have with me. I needed Tickly, my special blanket, and Goosie, my stuffed cat. I could not sleep without them.

One night Daddy was tucking me in at the big house.

“Wait, I have to find Tickly,” I said.

I looked on my bed. No Tickly. I looked on the floor. No Tickly. I looked all around my room. No Tickly!

“We will find it in the morning,” said Daddy.

“I have to have Tickly now,” I said.

We looked everywhere but could not find Tickly.

“We have to go back to the little house,” I said.

“All right, Karen. Put your coat on over your pajamas and we will go,” said Daddy.

By the time we were downstairs, I was crying and cranky. So was Andrew. Daddy was unhappy because it was way past my bedtime. But we were going to go back to the little house anyway. We just had to. I opened the car door. The light came on.

“Tickly!” I shouted. My blanket was on the floor of the car. “I knew I did not forget you!”

“Well, that is a good thing,” said Daddy.

We hurried back upstairs. I undressed and went to sleep with Tickly on my right side and Goosie on my left.

The next morning, I tore Tickly in half. I took half to the little house and left half at the big house. That way I would never be in either place without my special blanket. Unfortunately, the next week I forgot Goosie.

“Oh, Karen, not again,” said Daddy.

“At least it is not bedtime,” I replied. (I realized Goosie was missing as soon as we got to Daddy’s house.)

“Maybe Goosie is in the car. Remember when you thought you lost Tickly?” said Daddy. We looked in the car. But Goosie was not there.

“I will drive you over to Mommy’s,” said Daddy.

At Mommy’s house, Daddy rang the bell. Mommy was not home. Daddy found his keys so we went inside. Goosie was not at the little house either!

“I lost Goosie!” I cried. “I will never see him again!” I began to cry.

“We will go back and look at the other house,” said Daddy. “I am sure he is there.”

I was still crying when we pulled into the big-house driveway. Mommy was just getting out of her car. She was holding Goosie.

“You left him in the living room when you ran back for your sweater,” said Mommy.

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