A long time ago a kid wanted a china doll when they first came out but her mum would not let her get one. Her birthday arrived and her mum bought her a china doll called Polly but the day after terrible things happened.
Her mum was calling her because she had to get up and get ready for her party. Her mum called again and again but after three times of calling her she walked up the stairs down the hall around the corner opened the door and she looked on the bed and there was her chilled and he china doll. The china doll had a butchers knife in its hand and on the bed was the little girl cut up in pieces and the china doll was singing, “cut her in half, cut her in quarters, cut her into eighths.” The china doll carried on cutting the little girl up into pieces. Then the doll turned and looked at the mum and said “your next.” The mum ran down the stairs and out the front door and down the road thinking that Polly the china doll would not follow her but Polly did and she don’t the same to the mum as she did to the little girl. So Polly started singing “cut her up in to half, cut her into quarters, cut her into eighths” and she carried on cutting and cutting and she managed to work her way around the whole area that the mum and the little girl lived in.
That is the end of that story.
