Agatha had been coming to ruby and myrtle’s wild tea parties since her ten-foot, 200 pound pet pink snake, Ramon had slithered through the sunflower hedge into ruby’s backyard. He'd gotten cornered by myrtle’s hound dog, Squat, underneath the giant Buddha. It had taken the tea party guests two chocolate bars, three pounds of Danish cheese and over an hour to coax him out. Which was no small feet given Ramon’s sensitivity to small crowds of shouting, squealing little girls.
“Hi, my name is Agatha Percy Meriwether. I’m five years old and I despise squash….and I mean, DESPISE. I refuse to even make conversation with it when visiting the market…and on most occasions, I just love chatting with the vegetables in the produce section, “Agatha proclaimed as she twirled her board-straight, chocolate brown hair.
“This is my pet snake Ramon. He loves squash....which as you can imagine has made our relationship very difficult over the last few months.”
Agatha was not a slight child. She was, “just perfectly, wonderfully right,” her Mama always said. She refused to wear anything colored green, loved leg warmers (and wore them through every season), carried her magic wand (a present from her Auntie) everywhere she went, and never left home without her purple polka dotted rain boots.
Every morning, Agatha, hot-footed it out to her Mama’s hothouse before the sun came up to pick one of the blooming clematis flowers for her hair. She’d shown up that first afternoon with a beautiful, fuchsia number plopped on the top of her noggin. That’s how the girls knew she was perfect tea party material.
Agatha's clematis
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