Mrs.
Pinkelmeyer.
The Dolls For You!
Greeeetings! My name is Mrs.
Pinkelmeyer™.
I was just a simple lady living in Poppingham, England,
with my dog Moopus McGlinden™, when something very unusual happened.
One night the phone rang as I was making a...
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Mrs.
Pinkelmeyer.
The Dolls For You!
Greeeetings! My name is Mrs.
Pinkelmeyer™.
I was just a simple lady living in Poppingham, England,
with my dog Moopus McGlinden™, when something very unusual happened.
One night the phone rang as I was making a delicious rrrrump rrrroast.
It was a young woman calling
allll the way from New York City! Can you imagine that? Poor dear- she was so distraught.
She was
taking care of her nephew, Henry, while his parents were on vacation.
I could hear the boy crying in the
background.
The young woman told me he was sad because he missed his parents.
He sounded like such a sweet boy that I decided right then and there that I would do my very best to
cheer him up, even though Moopus McGlinden was nipping at my heels.
I told him about the delicious
rrrrump rrrroast I was cooking for Moopus and me and asked him if he liked rrrrump rrrroast.
He
laughed and giggled and sounded just so delightful that I couldn’t help myself and sang him my
favorite so
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