BaBa La-La exists in two worlds. No particular reason commands this duality; it just is. Left to her own devices, Ms. La-La would live in a treetop among swaying branches and dance with her cousins, the Four Winds. She would bat her lashes at the stars and hum with the planets, but still would gossip with spiders and squirrels through her tree trunk with its roots firmly planted in the ground.
Neither of La-La's worlds allows her those heights. She is destined to roll along bound to the earth. Not many creatures can claim to know they live in different worlds. All of us do, but we don't realize it. BaBa La-La has the ability to see her two worlds at once. She sees other curiosities as well, and cannot help telling those around her about the marvelous sights to which she is exposed.
In one world, the creatures there respect and welcome Ms. La-La to their hearths. They know they are sure to hear wonder stories. These wights scrape together their existence and welcome edifying points-of-view when the time to sing, dance, and laugh comes. In the other world, the beings that live there don't worry so much about how to live. Accumulating goods and adorning oneself dominate their polite conversation. While Ms. La-La is a well-mannered hen, she is not particularly polite and inept at the niceties. The dolls of this land tend to avoid Ms. La-La as she refuses to conform to their ways.
In the Land of the Dolls, Ms. La-La tumbles about their manicured hills in a ratty cardboard box. The outside is rough and shabby, but inside is a good ol' nest for a wise hen. She has appointed her magic cardboard house with bits and scraps found in her travels. When not lolling around on her make-believe pillows, she slumbers in a tub. When she needs a view, she looks through the mouth of a lion. Ms. La-La has a bookshelf that spits out portfolios at exactly the right moment.
When in Scratch Valley with the wights, well, that's another day...
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