"Mummy, I want to go outside!" Jemima's eyes welled with tears as she looked out the window. Her mother had promised to take her to the park, but the weather had canceled the original plans.
"Sweetheart, it's raining. You don't want to be catching any colds!" Jemima's mother placed her hand on the girls shoulder, hoping it would calm down her tears. "Besides, wouldn't you rather play with Timmy and Jojo?" The girl snuffled, wiping her eyes.
"But I don't have any new stories to tell them, mummy!" The girl sobbed again, using her sleeve as a tissue. Each day, Jemima would tell Timmy and Jojo about her day at school, or about how she went out with her parents.
"Use your imagination." Her mother smiled before walking away from her daughter. Imagination? Jemima had never really used her imagination...maybe it was a good idea?