Sophie and the Spyglass

{ Friday, January 27, 2012 }



Sophie stared at the gift her father gave her, feeling unsure. "What is it, daddy?" 
Her father kneeled down by her side, gave her a kiss on her cheek, and said:"It's a spyglass, sweetheart." He grinned when he said this. Sophie smelled his unfamiliar perfume, and wasn't impressed. "A spyglass? Daddy, I don't spy!" 
Her father was taken aback for a moment. Then he winked at her. "Well, have you never wished to see a bird up close? Or a squirrel? This spyglass is not only meant to spy on humans." This made Sophie's heart beat faster. "I've never seen a bird up close," she muttered. Her father gave her a broad smile. "There you go then! When you spot a bird, just look through the spyglass, and it'll be like the bird is right in front of you!" At that moment, his cellphone rang. He answered it straight away, looking away from Sophie and the spyglass. "Today? Really?...No, I'm not busy, I'll be right there." He put his cellphone back in his pocket, and patted Sophie softly on her hair. "Sweetheart, daddy needs to go to work. You have fun with your new toy." As quickly and unexpected as he had entered her room, he left again. A couple of seconds later, she heard the frontdoor slam. For a moment, Sophie felt like she wanted to run after him, and throw the silly spyglass at his expensive new car. She would be satisfied hearing the glass break, but then again, she had really never seen a bird up close. Very carefully, she climbed on her bed, the spyglass clutched tightly in her little hand. She pulled the curtain away. There was a big oaktree right in front of her window, and she often woke with the sound of birds singing. It made her feel happy, like the birds were watching over her somehow. But they always kept their distance, careful not to come too close to the window. Sophie scanned the tree, but didn't see any movement. She decided to try again tomorrow, right after she woke up. Her tummy was rumbling and she was suddenly in the mood for her mother's selfmade porridge. Just as she wanted to turn around, she saw something move out of the corner of her eyes. A squirrel was sitting on one of the branches, smelling the air. Sophie felt her little heart beat with excitement, the blood rushing to her face. Quickly she did as her father told her, she aimed the spyglass at where the squirrel was sitting and with a little hesitation, looked through it. She jumped back for a moment, amazed by how close she could see the little animal. She let out a sharp cry of pleasure. Then she peered again. She could clearly see what the squirrel was doing, as if it was sitting on the windowsill. She kept looking, until the squirrel turned around and stared right at her. She quickly hit the spyglass behind her back, feeling guilty. She also wondered if she had hurt the squirrel somehow, by pulling it close. "I'm sorry, mister squirrel," she muttered. Without another glace, the squirrel jumped out of sight. Sophie closed the curtain again, feeling dissapointed. Then she saw that her mother was standing in the doorway, wearing a flowery summerdress. Sophie ran to her, and allowed her mother to lift her up. Sophie didn't understand why her eyes were sad, but her lips were curled into a smile. "Time to eat, little one!" Her mother said tenderly. Sophie buried her head in her mother's neck.  She smelled of roses and moonlight. They descended the stairs together, the spyglass laying forgotten under Sophie's yellow pillow. 

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