Friday, October 24, 2025

Dangerous Waves

Mandy was sitting in the workroom, looking at a website called Ravelry for some knitting patterns she might use for her new yarn, when she saw Emil come rushing in. 

Pippa and Pauly were there, too, playing cards on the daybed.

“Hey, Mandy!” Emil said, climbing up on the big office chair. “I have a question for you.” 

Mandy closed the laptop, and pushed it and her yarn aside. Emil’s questions usually took some time to answer, and she knew she could get back to her project later. “Whats up?” she asked him.

“I got a letter from Holly,” he replied, after he had settled himself next to her at the table. “She says something I didn’t understand, and I thought you might be able to explain it.”

Mandy and the other dolls were always happy to hear about Emil’s friend Holly, who exchanged letters with Emil often. Emil had met Holly when both of them were in the doll hospital. Emil was there because he couldn’t see or hear, and Holly because she couldn’t walk. Emil felt lucky that the hospital was able to fix his problem with special glasses and that they were able to help Holly by giving her a wheelchair. She got to do a lot of different fun things along with Sam, the human girl she lives with, who also uses a wheelchair to get around, so Holly’s letters were always interesting.

“What does she say in the letter?” Mandy asked.

Emil pointed to the letter. “She says her family was camping at a campground near the ocean,” he explained. “They were having a good time, when they heard a siren go off.

Holly says Sam’s dad went to the campground host,” Emil continued. “He asked what the siren was for and found out it meant that something called a tsunami (tsu-NAH-mee) might be coming in just a few hours. It wasn’t safe to stay at the campground, so everyone was taking down their tents or connecting their trailers to their cars and trucks so they could leave.”

“Holly’s family drove up into the hills away from the ocean,” Emil said, “where they would be safe.”

“It’s good to have a warning,” Mandy commented. “A tsunami is nothing to mess around with.”

“That comes to my question,” Emil said then. “What’s a tsunami? Holly doesn’t say in her letter.” (He was thinking about some kind of sea monster, like a shark with legs, so it could come out of the ocean.)

“A tsunami is a really big wave,” Mandy replied. “It can be caused by earthquakes under or near the ocean, or by volcanic erruptions or by landslides close to the water. It moves through the ocean. If it comes to land where there are people or buildings, it can wash them away.”

“I’ll draw you a picture of a regular wave, so you understand what I’m talking about,” Mandy said. By then, Pippa and Pauly were interested, and had joined the other two dolls at the table. 

Mandy got a piece of paper from the paper supply by the printer and a pencil from the desk, and brought them to the table. Then she got out her glasses and put them on. She drew sort of a wavy line on it and wrote a couple of words on her drawing.

“This is what waves look like from the side,” she told them.


“This part up here is called the crest (KREST).” She pointed to the highest part of the wavy line.

“It’s like the crest on some birds, like blue jays or cardinals,” she explained. “It’s where feathers stick up on the top of their heads.” Mandy concentrated on what she knew a blue jay looked like, because she knew the other dolls had seen them. She would have closed her eyes, if her eyes were the type that close, but she couldnt, so she did her best. When she did that, the others saw the picture in their minds.

“The feathers on the top of its head does look like the picture you drew of the wave,” Pippa agreed.

“This part,” Mandy explained, pointing to the lowest part of the wavy line, “is the trough (TROF).

“It’s called that because a trough is sort of a feeding bowl where several animals can eat at once,” Mandy told them. “The trough of a wave looks sort of like one of those, only my picture is looking at it from the end.”



The dolls looked at the picture Mandy had drawn. Then they imagined sheep lined up along a long feeding trough.

Mandy drew a line through each wave. “Now,” she said, “the distance from one crest to the next one is called the wave length. She added an arrow from one line to the other to show what she meant. 


That’s important, because it changes. If it gets shorter, so the waves are closer together, the crest gets higher and the trough gets lower. As a wave approaches the shore the wave length shortens because the shore or the beach resists the water, so it sort of backs up.”

“We have buoys (BOO-eez) in different places out in the ocean,” Mandy went on. “These buoys can sense when the crest of a wave, remember, that’s the top of the wave, is much higher than usual and the trough of the wave, or the valley between crests, is much lower than usual. If a possible tsunami is detected, people near the ocean where the wave is headed will get a warning, like the siren Sam’s family heard.”

“We have boys out in the ocean?” Pauly asked, concerned.

“Not boys,” Mandy replied. “Buoys (BOO-eez). They’re big floats that are fastened to the bottom of the ocean, so they stay in one place. Some buoys are used to guide ships into a harbor, so they know where it’s deep enough for them, but these are special buoys that have sensors and a way to send the information by way of satellites to people on land who make decisions about our safety.”

“Out at sea,” Mandy went on, “where the ocean floor is very deep, the wave length will be long, and there won't be much difference between the crest and the trough, but when it gets close to the shore, where the ocean bottom is shallow, the wave length gets shorter, making the crest of the waves much taller and the troughs much lower. The wave pulls up the water from the trough and grows bigger and bigger. When it gets big enough, the top topples over.”

“We saw that when we went to the beach,” Pippa reminded Pauly. “The water turned white when it toppled over.”

“It turns white because air mixes in with the water and makes bubbles,” Mandy told them.

Mandy turned the piece of paper over and drew another wave. This time the crest was very, very high, and the trough was very low. The top of the crest was curled over and falling into the trough.


“A tsunami is more like this,” she said. “Waves are very strong things. They can wear away the shore, even rock, over time, but a tsunami is a giant wave, so it can remove everything on the shore all at once.”

“The first thing that happens, though,” Mandy went on, “is the tsunami sucks all the water from the shore, like when the tide is low, but much more. People might think they can walk out on the ocean bottom, but that’s dangerous, because when the tsunami wave comes in, it can sweep them away.”

“So that’s why Holly’s family and the other campers had to leave,” Emil concluded.

Mandy nodded. The other dolls all thought about that.

“Holly wrote the letter after they moved to a safe place,” Emil pointed out, “so we know they’re safe.”

“It’s good that they heard the siren,” Pippa said, “and that they found out what it was about.”



“It’s a good thing they could hear the siren when it went off,” Emil said, thinking to himself that he should not be to near the ocean overnight by himself, because he would not be able to hear the siren when his special glasses were charging. 

“A very good thing,” he repeated.


Mandy: Götz Happy Kidz Katie 2015
Emil: Götz Happy Kidz Emilia
Pippa: Götz Little Kidz Lotta
Pauly: Götz Little Kidz Paul

For more information about waves ask your parents to check here.
Photo credits
Really big wave: Photo by Matt Paul Catalano on Unsplash
Blue Jay: Bird Helpful


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The stories in Mariah: Stories from The Doll's Storybook are Being LittleBesties, and Distraction.

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The stories in Classic Tales Retold: Stories from The Doll's Storybook are Little Green GreatcoatThe Boy Doll Who Cried Wolf and Lost in the Woods.

Our Favorite Verses: Poems from The Doll's Storybook. Poems included are Valentine's DayKeeping PetsBack to School, Victor the VultureThe Week Before Christmas, Insomnia and Veronika's Vocabulary Verses.

The stories in More Classic Tales Retold: Stories from The Doll's Storybook are Welcoming a StrangerThe RescueUnmaskedFuzzy Town––A Play and Sky Blue.

The stories in Billy: Stories from The Doll's Storybook are Talking About BoysChangesShhhhh!Staying After and Money in a Jar.


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Friday, October 17, 2025

Composing Compost, Part Two

Mandy and Emil dumped the contents of the compost container into the compost bin.


In went the coffee grounds and the coffee filters and the onion peels.


In went the banana peels with no stickers and no plastic tape.


In went the radish leaves.


In went the rest of the pieces of vegetables and stuff that was not good to eat or was getting smoochy. When the container was empty, the dolls climbed up to look inside. 
"It isn't doing anything," Emil said.


"No," Mandy said. "It happens too slowly for us to see. It can take months. That's why we have two bins for compost. In a few months we will have soil we can use in the garden. It will feed the plants and help them grow strong and healthy."


"I've been wondering," Emil said, "how it happens. What causes it to change from garbage into soil?"


"Well," Mandy said, "Some kinds of tiny fungus (FUN-gus)––that's what a mushroom is––and some creatures called microorganisms (MY-kro-OR-gan-iz-umz)––sort of like bacteria (bak-TEER-ee-uh)––do most of the work. They are too tiny to see, but there are lots of them. Sometimes worms or little bugs, like pill bugs, come and work on it, too, if they can reach it. Those are the bugs that sometimes roll up into a ball when you scare them."
"I've seen those!" Emil exclaimed.


"Yes," Mandy said. "We have them. If they can get into the bins, they will eat the garbage, and what they leave behind will be good soil for plants."
"So," Emil said, "compost is pill bug poo."
Mandy laughed, as they closed the bin and climbed down. "I guess you could say that. Bug and worm poo, and other things left behind when the microorganisms do their work."
Emil looked at the bin. "These bins look like wheels," he said.


"Yes," Mandy agreed. "It's clever of you to notice that. They're shaped like wheels, so The Writer's husband can take them off the stands and roll them around to mix up what's inside," she added. "That mixes the air with it, so the microorganisms can have enough air to work well."


"Does composting happen in nature?" Billy asked. "I mean, I know leaves in the woods fall to the ground. The trees must have been there for a long time, but there aren't that many leaves left on the ground that we can see."
"That's exactly what happens," Mandy agreed. "Everything that stops living gets composted, but it takes a long time. We can make it happen faster, if we do it right. That's why the bins are made so we can roll them around on the ground."
Mandy took the dirty bag out of the compost container pail. "This is dirty," she pointed out. "We'll wash it, so we can use it again."


They left the pail and the bag by the steps. 
"Come to the garden, Emil," Mandy said, "and I'll show you what the compost turns into."
The two dolls walked over to the garden. Mandy used a tool to dig in the soil, so Emil could see what it looked like. It was very dark and crumbly.
"This compost had grass clippings in it," Mandy said. "You can still see little bits of grass. Every time the lawn is mowed, the grass clippings are put into the compost with the garbage," she added, "but we don't put weeds in the compost bin, because weed seeds could sprout in the garden. The weeds go to the city, because they can compost in a way that kills the seeds."


Emil nodded. He had helped pull and dig up weeds. "I can see little bits of eggshell, too," he said, "but it's mostly nice black soil. Next year's garden will be even better! Maybe the squash we grow will be even bigger!" He was remembering the one they didn't notice until it weighed more than he does.


Mandy thought so, too. The more compost you make and add to the soil, the better it gets.
The dolls took the compost container pail and the dirty bag back into the house. They rinsed the dirty bag in the sink.



Mandy hung up the wet bag and got out another bag for the pail. "This is the bag we used last time," she said. "We have two, so we can rinse one and use the other one while it's drying."
"I see," said Emil. "That way you always have a clean bag!"
"Yes," Mandy agreed, "and we don't have to throw the bag away until it wears out. Then we wash it one more time and put it into the special plastic-bag recycling."
The two dolls put the clean, dry bag into the pail, and Mandy poked it down inside.


Then Emil helped her put the pail back inside the compost container, and together they moved it to its place under the sink. It was easier to put back than it had been to take out.
"Now you can help me with the eggshells," Mandy said. "It will be fun."
She brought out the little tub with the eggshells, and the two dolls climbed up onto the countertop. They moved the blender out and smooshed the eggshells over the blender container as they dropped them in.


They used the eggshell tub to get some water from the sink and pour it into the blender container.
"OK," Mandy said, as she put the lid onto the blender, "you can turn it on now."
Emil pushed the button.


The blades went around and around. The eggshells turned into liquid.


They put the liquid into another, larger, tub and then took apart and rinsed the blender container. When when it was clean, Mandy put the bottom of the blender container back on.


She rinsed the little tub that the eggshells had been in, so it would be clean, too.


Then she wiped it dry, put the lid back on and put it back under the sink, so it would be ready to collect more eggshells.


While Mandy was rinsing the eggshell tub, Emil got out the cleaning spray and cleaned the countertop everywhere the dolls had walked, so it would be clean for cooking food again.


It was almost time for Jolena to come back into the kitchen to cook supper. Emil saw the window in the dining room as he was walking through. He knew it looked out on the backyard. He climbed up on the windowsill. "Hey, I can see the compost bins from here," he said.


He sat down on the windowsill and gazed out the window. He thought about all the microorganisms and bugs busy turning the garbage into soil.


"Eat away, little microorganisms," he said. "Get busy and make that great soil for the garden!" Then he saw the playground equipment. "I wonder if I have time to swing on the swing before supper," he thought. How great it was to have room to play and room for a garden and room for composting bins!

Note to children: Dolls are very small, so to work in the kitchen they sometimes have to get up on the counter. They are very careful to wash the countertops after they are done sitting there or walking around on it. Real children should not be up on the counter, though. It is a surface for using your hands to prepare food.

Cast--
Mandy: Götz Happy Kidz Katie 2015
Emil: Götz Happy Kidz Emilia

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Do you have questions or comments for us? Would you like to order an autographed copy of one of our books? You can email us at thedollsstorybook@icloud.com.

Note: No dolls were harmed during production of this blog. All dolls shown are Götz Happy Kidz, Classic Kidz or Little Kidz. If you like these stories and are willing, please make a donation of any amount to St. Jude Children's Research Hospital or any organization that supports pediatric cancer research and treatment. We are not affiliated with St. Jude in any way other than these donations.

"The Doll's Storybook" is not affiliated with Gotz Dolls USA Inc. or Götz Puppenmanufaktur International GmbH.
Watch for the next story each Friday afternoon at 1:00 PM Pacific Time.

Do you like our stories? Some of them are available in print:

The stories in More Classic Tales Retold: Stories from The Doll's Storybook are Welcoming a StrangerThe RescueUnmaskedFuzzy Town––A Play and Sky Blue.

Our Favorite Verses: Poems from The Doll's Storybook. Poems included are Valentine's DayKeeping PetsBack to School, Victor the VultureThe Week Before Christmas, Insomnia and Veronika's Vocabulary Verses.

The stories in Classic Tales Retold: Stories from The Doll's Storybook are Little Green GreatcoatThe Boy Doll Who Cried Wolf and Lost in the Woods.

The stories in Emil: Stories from The Doll's Storybook are Best BudsGetting What You Want, and The Boys Cook Dinner.

The stories in Mariah: Stories from The Doll's Storybook are Being LittleBesties, and Distraction.

Coming soon: Billy: Stories from The Doll's Storybook.


If you don't get free shipping from Amazon or B&N, buy from the BookBabyBookshop, because 50% of the price goes to St. Jude. Other booksellers pay much less, because the vendor gets a cut. My author's page at Book Baby is here. Scroll down and click on any of the books that interest you. Find my books at Barbara's Bookstore as well, or ask your library to get them for you.

Note: This blog post was produced on the iPad and the MacBook, using the iPhone for some photos and some photo processing. No other computer was used in any stage of composition or posting, and no Windows were opened, waited for, cleaned or broken. No animals or dolls were harmed during the production of this blog post.

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Dangerous Waves

Mandy was sitting in the workroom, looking at a website called Ravelry for some knitting patterns she might use for her new yarn, when she s...