Penny Cooper at Speedway

I was horrified to be halfway up the Chester Creek path with Marz this morning and to realize that  Penny Cooper was no longer in the side pocket of my bag!

I retraced my steps – – 2 miles back – – and found her on the stoplight across from Speedway gas station and convenience store – – purveyors of the Big Gulp I’ve been writing about and of fried chicken, a half-eaten piece of which was next to Penny. 

Though Penny appears a very proper eight-and-a-half year old, she is a doll, and doll ways are not our ways. I suspect that she had jumped out of my bag to get Speedway goodies.

Look how pleased she looks with herself, the darling! It also looks like she may have had run in with a vehicle. 

THANK YOU, kind stranger!!!