|"My dreams won't keep..."|
One summer morning, I looked outside to see some kids in my yard. The taller boy, Mason, had come to collect his dog that had leapt through my garden and was now happily running in wild circles around the yard.
Each time the dog had entered the yard on previous occasions, he hadn't been overly friendly to me, so I'd kept a safe distance on the back deck, with the gate firmly closed, unenthusiastic at the thought of a potential bite from those great teeth.
A few days later, I saw Mason again and gave him the Bedbug book, as a way to welcome him to the neighborhood. I had one of the original ribbon-bound books left from one of the early shipments.
In time, Mason became a frequent visitor to my home, as did his younger brother, Myles. They were great active little boys who spent their time swinging from trees, building forts out in the yard, and dropping in to see me.
Mason surprised me one day. He told me that the Bedbug book was his favorite bedtime story and that he read it each night before going to sleep. He then he proceeded to recite the entire book. He knew each verse by heart. He also mentioned that he was now reading it to Myles.
Little Myles, not to be outdone, piped up to prove he could keep up with Mason. The boys giggled as they chanted their favorite lines.
They were very curious as to whether Bedbug would finally get to snooze and asked about the second book. I winked at them and said I couldn't spill the beans and that they would have to wait until book II came out to see whether Bedbug got to sleep tight.
When book II was published some months later, the boys were first in line to get a copy.
Their mother, Crystal, snapped this captivating photo.
|Reading the Bedbug Book|