(But I don't remember ever needing to ring the bell. In my mind's eye, my mother is perpetually there, smiling, a cool, damp washcloth for my forehead in her hand, a tall stack of books for her to read to me on my bedside table.)
But back to my weeping -
On the side of my sickbed, my mother sat stunned, unable to comprehend how her favorite childhood book, which she was reading aloud with great expression, had turned into my torment. And then suddenly, seeing how I clutched my beloved snowy owl, she understood.
"Oh, no, no, no!" I can still see her face, horrified at my misunderstanding. "We're not burning your toys!"
I rubbed my snowy owl's great furry wings against my cheek for what seemed like hours, until I dozed off and woke to find her, as always, standing beside my bed, a clean nightgown for me in hand.
"I'm all sweaty," I whispered.
"Your fever broke," came her whisper back.
Tickets are still available for noon on Friday, February 12th and 11 am on Saturday, February 13th for The Velveteen Rabbit at The Children's Theatre of Winston-Salem! Come enjoy the power of play and childhood fancy and the pure light of unconditional love --- timeless forces that illuminate this faithful rendering of Margery Williams’ tale of friendship and the passing of time.
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