To introduce you to Gallaby, I need to introduce you to me. I am the narrator. I am "The Mom" that finds Gallaby outside in the yard of our perfect home playing with my children. Upon first sight, I was frightened of Gallaby. She was about 3 feet tall with orange skin and purple hair. She was wearing denim overalls and brown shoes. She looked human, but I think I starteled her when I ran out the door into the yard asking my children, "What is that?"
Gallaby replied, "How did she know that?"
Grace said, "Thats our Mom. She knows stuff. We don't know how, but she just knows."
I couldn't believe what I was seeing and just stood there with my mouth hanging open.
"So, thats the Mom?" asked Gallaby.
"Yes," said Grace. "She is very kind and loving, but she has a hard time with new things."
I covered my mouth to stifle a laugh. "Seriously, I said, what is that?" and I rudely pointed at Gallaby.
"Mom," said Grace, "This is Gallaby and she is a What."
"What's a What?" I asked.
Gallaby grinned at me, "Don't ask."
I would find out later that she was asked that a lot and that was what she always said. I had so many questions to ask, but hated to be rude. She was sort of cute with dandelions stuck in her hair and bits of what I would call weeds (but she called them flowers) sticking out of her pockets.
So, it was sort of a very awkward moment...standing in the driveway...staring at each other. You see, when I was a little girl, I had an imaginary friend that had orange skin and purple hair. Her name was Jane. She was a great companion to me, but now I am a Mom and haven't had imaginary friends in over 25 years. But thinking of Jane and looking at Gallaby, I just smiled and said, "Play nice." and went back inside the house.
