Penelope's Outside Adventure

Penelope’s Bedroom

Penelope’s bedroom had yellow and white squares on a pink wall, a wooden floor, with a flower-shaped rug. Penelope has a single bed with a white post and dressed with solid yellow spread and pillow case. Penelope’s bedroom window has a white curtain and no shade. Next to her bed is a small white end table with a yellow lamp and a box of tissues. She also has a Barbie dream house with an elevator on the wall next to her closet. Penelope’s Barbie dolls are inside the Barbie doll car and also in the Barbie pool that she recently got for her birthday. The pool has about an inch of water in it. She also has a toy box filled with toys she had gotten over the years. Under her bed is an opened plastic box, with little trinkets that Penelope found outside like leaves, string, buttons, some bottle caps, a penny, and a roller skate the size of a pin head that belonged to one of her old Barbie dolls.

Near the window of Penelope’s bedroom is an old wooden crate that was there when they moved in a month ago. Penelope liked the box and it sits there next to the window. The box is tall enough for Penelope to sit on and look out the window.

Penelope, the Fly and the Black Widow

Sitting at the window Penelope is watching the rain coming down. First, It’s drizzling, then, bang! Loud noise. A rumble and the rain had fallen even harder. There is no lightning, just a lot of rain. Penelope is sitting there watching the black spider that has gotten itself situated between the screen and the window. The spider is a Black Widow, it has long, long legs, Penelope watches the spider work on her web. The spider continues work. Penelope notices that a fly has gotten itself caught on the web and has been trying to free itself.

“Mr. fly, if I could help you out of the web I would but, mom has the window locked and I can’t reach the latch to open it.” Not knowing why Penelope is talking to the fly, not like the fly could talk back, she continued to talk to the spider and fly.

“Hey; spider, why don’t you let go of the fly?” Taping her finger on the window in the spider’s direction.

“Mr. Fly, if you were Penelope, what would you do? I’m sorry that I can’t open the window. I feel bad for you, but, there is nothing I can do.” The fly looked at Penelope. He was talking to Penelope, even though he knows she can’t talk.

“It is your fault that I’m in here. You shouldn’t leave the window open. This spider is one of the most dangerous types around. I know you don’t understand me, but, if you did, you would kill the spider. I know that if you could understand me right now you would have already done something. Since you are small and not understanding me, I guess that Will end up this spider’s dinner.”