The Official Baby Watcher Story - Page 2 of 3
Everyday, from the high shelf, Wob watched as the toys jumped, hopped, flipped, whirled, rattled, boinged and made other funny noises that made the baby smile and laugh. They seemed to have so much fun! Wob quietly wondered if he would ever become a part of the baby's life...
Days passed...
One night, Wob was feeling sad and lonely when he was startled by a voice. Wob was scared. “Why are you so sad Wob? asked the voice. Who, who are you? asked Wob.
“I am your ‘Voice from Within’, the voice replied. “You know, you are very special too, Wob.” said the voice, because you have strong legs, strong arms and a strong chest too. And with your big, sturdy feet, you can stand solidly on them, so you never get tired. As Wob listened to the friendly voice, he realized it was trying to help him. Then the voice slowly faded away.
“The voice is right! With my big eyes and big ears I can hear and see everything in the baby’s room. And, even though my legs are short, I am on this high shelf, higher than everyone else. I can see far out the window, and see the bright sunshine, the birds, the pretty butterflies, and even the squirrels playing on the tree branches. And, at night, I can see the sparkling, twinkling stars and the pretty moonlight too.” From up here, I can watch over the whole room. Wow!. It’s like being a watchman - high in a watchtower. How exciting!” he thought.
From that day on, Wob pretended to be a very important, watchman for the baby’s room. He stood his watchman post lovingly and dutifully. The li’l voice became
his best friend. It came to talk to him regularly. It always told Wob to keep a smile and to keep up his post of watching over the baby’s room.
More days passed...
One day it got dark and stormy. Wob heard loud thunder ROARS, RUMBLES and BOOMS. The wind was HOWLING WHOOOooo! It was during the BRIGHT lightning FLASHES he saw a dark shadow near the window. It was tapping, scratching and screeching on the windowpane. ‘Wob. was scared…
Once, he had overheard Mommy an daddy talking about “Stranger Danger”, and of stories of babies and small children having disappeared and never heard from again. As he was thinking, the DARK SHADOW appeared near the window again. Suddenly the scary shadow pushed and the window flung open. THACK it went as it hit the wall. Wob froze from fright. How am “I” going to stop Stranger Danger from coming in? He thought!
CONTACT: Author/artist Ray Gatica: 281-441-9714, or email Ray@GaticaArt.com, with questions or concerns.