Trojan Playroom

By Hal Clay

Four teenagers sneak into a children's playroom at night and try to get the dolls and teddybears to appear alive, as one of the friends used to be able to do when he was young.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hal Clay
• Release date: Nov 11, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310686764

Hal Clay

Hal Clay has been in the Animation and Entertainment business since his youth, starting at the Walt Disney Studio and continuing as a freelance Animator and Script writer for TV spots and feature films and ending up in Europe for cultural reasons, and the love of Art. He now resides in Over Stowey, Somerset, England, and in Munich, Germany – teaching, painting, and writing humorous novels.

Book preview

Four teenagers use a golden opportunity to amuse themselves with toys left in a playroom by small children. Without their realizing it, this casual ‘fooling around’ evolved into a re-enactment of a historical event of heroic proportions that happened back at a time when ancient warriors battled each other and struggled against powerful unseen gods.

In an average kindergarten, in an average town in America something unexpected happened that the whole world should have heard about. But in this case it just did not go out beyond the walls of the classroom. Nobody would have believed it anyway.

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It all happened in America, about the year 1950, when a small group of very relaxed high school students were basking in the sun, comfortably lying over the seats of an old model-T ford, not far from their school. It was summer and the car had no more its canvas top to interfere with the sun and fresh air. There were four of them, three boys and a girl named Helga. Helga was a tomboy who could not curb her aggressiveness. Her idea of fun was to stir up situations and put things off balance to see what happens. She got away with it because her friends didn’t let such things bother them, especially in such relaxed situations as they found themselves in that old car.

Her feelings for the boy named Toby were an exception. But she did everything not to let him know it.

Hey, Toby. What the Hell are you going to do when we’re not wasting our time lying about in this old pile of junk?

Paul, a school comrade, was in the rumble seat and reached over to Toby and tapped him on the shoulder. Come on, don’t be secretive. Let the old hag know what you’re thinking.

Without turning, Toby said, Ah, I was just remembering the time when I was having fun with a stuffed rabbit I used to play with. I called him Melville.

Is that all? mumbled Marcus, the third student in the car, yawned and stretched out his arms. I was thinking of the time when I had this gorgeous blonde . . .

Aw, cut it out Marcus. You never had a blonde , gorgeous, or ugly.

Toby turned to look at his friends. No kidding. It was in the kindergarten on Maple Street. I couldn’t take Melville with me and had to leave it to the other kids to play with. I wonder if it is still there.

That was a hundred years ago, said Helga. If it’s still there, then it would be just a bunch of rags from all those brats mauling it.

Paul stood up and pointed. Let’s go over and see. Maple Street is only two blocks away.

Aw, Melville can’t still be there. I was only four years old then.

Dolls don’t get old. I bet it’s still there. Paul got out of the car, as did the others, and they began walking in the direction of the kindergarten.

Miss Angela Newman was sitting at her small desk watching the children playing with the toys of all sorts. On that day there were about fifteen of them, a mixture of small boys and girls ranging from three