One of the many little gifts my husband gave me over the holidays were two unboxed Petite Blythes. Petite Blythe Pure Punthic, a 2009 release, was otherwise complete and in perfect condition. Petite Blythe Buttercake Afternoon, released in 2005 and reissued in 2006, came with an extra body as her original body showed wear and tear. Still, these mini-dolls were absolutely delightful. Their eyes, fringed with extra long lashes, could close and open. Their legs were bendable and they could sit and stand (each doll comes with its own mini stand, much like the big Neo Blythes). I was fascinated by them and immediately thought of giving them real estate space in my miniature village.
Just this week, I was able to add another Petite Blythe- a Feline Fancy, released in 2003. Feline Fancy, of the three, showed the worst “injuries; ” her shoulders and portions of her bright green hair were stained black from her stock clothes. She had such a pretty face, though, that I couldn’t say “No” to her. I knew also that despite her flaws, she would be welcome in my very inclusive, non-judgmental community of Sylvanians, Kitty Little Lanes.
I had meant to do one picture for Instagram. Inspired by these wonderful dolls and my Sylvanian Families, it evolved into a story. I hope you enjoy it.
911 at Kitty Little Lanes
It was a slow day at the county switchboard offices until Nurse Emmaline Nightingale received a distress call.
Operator Nightingale: 911 emergency services, hello.
Grandma Patricia Chocolate: Hello, I need help. Please send an ambulance!
Operator: Yes, ma’am, what’s the nature of the emergency please?
Grandma: It’s my niece, Fancy. She’s burning up with a fever. Please hurry.
Operator (recognizing Grandma’s voice, well, it’s a small town): I’ll send an ambulance right away, Grandma Patricia. Please stay calm. The paramedics will be there soon.
One minute and thirteen seconds later:
Grandma: Thank goodness you’re here, Thomas and Burdock! Nurse Brie, I’m so glad you came too!
Paramedic Thomas Nightingale: Well, ma’am, when we heard my sister-in-law Emmaline call out 123 Plaines Avenue, we rushed as fast as we could. Grandpa Rhys back yet?
Grandma: He’s still at my son’s, helping build the play burrow for our grandkids. He’s not due till this weekend, so I am all alone with the girls. These are my nieces Miele, Buttercake, and Fancy.
Paramedic Thomas gently wheeled Fancy in the stretcher. He hadn’t had an emergency in years (well, Owen Bearbury doesn’t count because everyone knows he is accident-prone, like totally) but he still knew the basics like he was taught in Paramedic College. It’s like learning to ride a bike, really; you never forget.
Paramedic Thomas: (thinking to himself) A- airway, checked. B-breathing- checked. C-circulation- checked.
Paramedic Burdock: We’ll have her at the hospital very soon, Grandma.
Paramedic Thomas: Let’s load her up!
Buttercake waved to Fancy and held back her tears. Fancy awakened briefly but seemed oblivious to all the commotion around her. She was very, very sleepy and tired, she thought, as the paramedics gently wheeled the stretcher into the ambulance.
Nurse Brie Norwood: Hang in there, Fancy. Just stay calm, my dear. You’ll be alright.
Three minutes later, they were met by Drs. Murdoch and Murdoch, the father and son medical team of Kitty Little Lanes. Nurse Emily rushed to follow the doctors. Nurse Emma, one of the Nightingale triplet nurses, had another patient on standby; a strawberry-haired little girl suffering from a stomach ache (must be due to all the shortcake she ate).
Nurse Brie: Doctor, her pulse remains fast and thready, respiration is rapid and shallow. Her sisters say she was febrile on the way to their aunt’s house here in Kitty Little Lanes.
Dr. Murdoch, Sr.: Let’s bring her in for an evaluation and some tests. Junior, grab her chart and review the history again. Bring me up to speed while I examine her inside.
Dr. Murdoch, Sr.: Mrs. Chocolate, how are you related to the patient?
Grandma: She’s my niece, Dr. Murdoch, on my mother’s side of the family. She came with her sisters for a visit. The trip was overnight by bus and they said Fancy was sick by the time they got here.
Dr. Murdoch, Sr.: Your nieces are very tall, ehrm, ahh… (glances at the three sisters) But where were we? Ah, it looks like her fever is caused by an infection…Hmmm… She is also dehhydrated.
Dr. Murdoch, Jr.: Dad, ehrm, Dr. Murdoch, her sisters say she was in an accident last week when her science project, a jet pack, burst to flames while she was wearing it for a demonstration. It looks like the infection is coming from those untreated burns in her shoulders and arms.
Dr. Murdoch, Sr.: We’ll put her on intravenous antibiotics then. Keep her hydrated and monitor her input and output. See to those burns; let’s debride and clean them up. Nurse, get the burn tray ready please!
Nurse Emily: Yes, Doctor!
THREE DAYS LATER
Grandma: How are you feeling, Fancy?
Fancy: Much better, Auntie Pat. Thank you for taking care of me. I’m sorry for all the trouble I caused you.
Buttercake: We’re so happy you’re feeling much better, Fancy. We should’ve had your burns treated much sooner. Miele and I are also sorry we didn’t take your injuries seriously.
Grandma: It’s alright, my dears. The important thing is that you are all safe and Fancy will be up and about in no time soon!
Nurse Emily saw Miele sitting quietly, as if dazed, and headed over to her.
Nurse Emily: Are you okay, Miele?
Miele: I am still a litle shocked, Nurse Emily. Who knew jetpacks could be so deadly?
By the end of the week, Fancy was well enough to go home. Her sisters promised to remind her to take her medicines and help with her chores while she was on the mend.
Dr. Murdoch, Sr.: Goodbye, Fancy! Goodbye, girls! Mrs. Chocolate, Dr. Daniels at Blythe City General will see Fancy three days from now for her check-up, okay?
Grandma: Yes, thank you, Doctor. We’ll be driving them home today. I’ll be sure to remind her mom.
Dr. Murdock, Jr.: Don’t forget the prescriptions for your medicines, Fancy. And if you feel poorly, feel free to call us here at the hospital. Nurses Nightingale will connect you to me or to my dad. One of us is always on duty.
Grandma: Well, come along, dears. Grandpa is at the car already. Don’t forget the suitcase, Buttercake!
Buttercake: I won’t, Auntie Pat. Thank you so much again!
Fancy recovered from her jetpack accident, though to date, she is still undergoing cosmetic treatments to lighten the scars of her burns. When Fancy and the girls made their way back home to Blythe City, she had such wonderful stories to tell of the kindness and graciousness of the critters at Kitty Little Lanes. She also sent a postcard to the hospital staff to thank them.
Fancy’s stay at Kitty Little Lanes taught her three things:
1. Don’t perform experiments without a safety check and back-up. Jetpacks are cool but flammable.
2. Don’t shrug off a burn. Have serious burns treated by professionals right away. Don’t put butter or oil or toothpaste on burns. Wash them with cool, clean water (no soap), cover with a sterile cloth, and see a doctor right away.
3. Life at Kitty Little Lanes, while far from perfect (think Owen and all his accidents), is a life for her and her sisters. So, Kitty Little Lanes, here come the Petite Blythes!
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