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The Bad Game

Once there were two sisters. Dolores was 7, and Sandra was 5. They lived in a small house in the country with their mother and baby brother, Arthur. One day Dolores and Sandra were running across a field near their house when they met a gypsy girl playing a drum. As the girl played, a little mechanical man and woman came out of the drum and danced. Dolores and Sandra had never seen such a drum, and they begged the girl to give it to them.

She looked at them and laughed. “I will give it to you, but only if you are really bad. Come back tomorrow and tell me how bad you were, and I will see.” As soon as the two sisters got home, they started shouting. Then they wrote all over the walls with their crayons. At supper, they spilled their food. And when it was time for bed, they wouldn’t go. They did everything they could think of to upset their mother. Early the next morning, they hurried off to find the gypsy girl. But when they told her what they had done, the gypsy girl laughed. “Oh, you must be much worse than that if I am to give you the drum,” she said.

When they got home, they pulled up all the flowers in the garden. They let the pig out and chased it away. They tore their clothes. They sloshed in the mud. They were a lot worse than the day before. “If you do not stop,” their mother said, “I will go away and take Arthur with me. And you will get a new mother with glass eyes and a wooden tail.” “We’ll be good,” the girls promised. Yet they did not really believe that their mother would go away. “We’ll get the drum tomorrow,” said Sandra. “Then we’ll be good again.”

The next morning, they rushed off to find the gypsy girl and told her how bad they had been the day before. “Oh, no, you just be much worse than that,” said the girl. “It’s only for one more day,” Dolores told Sandra. “Then we’ll have the drum.” As soon as they got home, they beat the dog with a stick. They broke the dishes. They spanked their baby brother Arthur. Their mother began to cry.

Early the next morning, before their mother was awake, Dolores and Sandra ran to see the gypsy girl and told her about all the bad things they had done. “We were worse than we have ever been,” said Dolores. “Can we have the drum now, please?” “No,” said the gypsy girl. “I never meant to give it to you. It was just a game we were playing. I thought you knew that.” Dolores and Sandra began to cry and rushed home as quickly as they could. But their mother and Arthur were gone. “They are out shopping,” said Dolores. They wandered through the fields the rest of the day. “Maybe they will be home when we get back.”

When they got home, they say through the window that the lamps were lit, and there was a fire in the fireplace. But they did not see their mother and Arthur. Instead, there was their new mother—her glass eyes glistening, her wooden tail thumping on the floor.