The Magic Scarf

I always loved my scarf. Did you know my grandma knitted it for me? I would take it wherever I go. It would be my safe-keeping. I loved the scarf. Some say it looked dignified and others say it look respectable. As soft as a lamb and stronger than winter. We get a lot of winters where I live. It gets freezing cold that's why my grandma told me to take the scarf wherever so I would stay warm and safe. I would travel much and had many places to go. I would never ever forget my scarf. I would love walking around. I like looking at nature stand still in winter. It is a lovely sight. Seeing the trees hibernate for winter, the wild animals gather for their hibernation. And seeing my footprint in the dazzling snow. And playing in the snow and eating snowflakes and wishing upon Bold Moons. Yeah I love winter. I love the refreshing air. And I will always keep warm with my magic scarf. I called it magic because I never got sick from the first winter up till now. I love being able to do what I want to do anytime I want to do. And not only does this scarf protected me from sickness but also it comforts me. I love the comfy and cozy feel it gives me. I feel like I could do anything and be safe. It also remind me of home and my heritage. It is apart of my personality. Even when I meet strangers they say something because of my scarf. My magic scarf, my lovable scarf, my sacred scarf has taken over me. And I don't know what I would do without it. Even my family recognized me for wearing that beautiful lamb-made scarf. And then it happened? I remember the day as if it was yesterday, I lost my magic scarf. I looked everywhere under the bed over the bed in the dresser and under the dresser, through my bedroom and throughout my family's house. I called my friends and parents. Nobody could find the scarf. I drove myself crazy about that scarf. I had dreams of the scarf and some were nightmares. Did someone steal my scarf? Did someone take my scarf? Was my scarf lost? Was my scarf destroyed? This was ongoing for days and days which turned into weeks and weeks. And finally I got sick, I was bed-ridden. Yup, the flu and I was taking all my medicine and staying in bed with a bell to call my mother and father. The warm fire of the fireplace was present but faint. I still was having dreams of that magic scarf. Would I ever find out what happened to it? Would I ever find my dear beloved scarf? Would life be the same? Would life be better? All I know is that I am stuck in this bed. I can't go outside. I can't see friends. I can't do what I want. My life is shambles. My life is ruined. Just fighting to see another day. Fighting to breath the fresh air. Fighting to see the morning. Mom and Dad brought in Rover, my French Pit Bull Dog. And Rover was a puppy but as smart as any dog and as curious as any dog. He did make me happy and for some time took my mind off of the scarf. I was playing with Rover like my own self again. I was happy and getting better. Then one day Rover was sniffing around the house and I usually stopped him but I was intrigue. He was sniffing around the rooms then the main floors then the closet. And then when he got to one closet that my parents and I never used. Rover started barking and barking and I tried to quiet him down but I could not and so I opened the door and look. And at first there was nothing but then a scarf the scarf the magic scarf was hanging just like in old days. I grabbed it and held it and tie it many times around. And after sometime I thanked Rover by taking him on a walk. And from that day on I never departed from the magic scarf and Rover was my hero.