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Mimsy hid behind her master’s chair and listened in horror as her master read the
morning newspaper. She didn’t know who Lincoln was really, but she knew he was good for her
people. Her mama and papa were always discussing him when their master wasn’t home.
“Nala, where are you, girl?” Master hollard.
Mimsy snuck out and answered, “Right here, master.”
He pointed to his lap and she climbed up onto his lap. She was very lucky to have a
master that wasn’t cruel like some of the other ones. Ever since she was born he had adored
her. Usually she would have been sold to someone else, but Mimsy slipped into his heart.
“Darlin, are you alright? Do you understand what has happened?” Master asked.
“Yes, sir. The president is dead, but what does that mean for us?” Mimsy questioned.
“You are fine, my Nala. You, your mama, and papa are just going to stay with me forever
now.” Master stated, brushing down her soft curly hair.
“Should I tell mama and papa?” Mimsy asked
“No, sweetheart, I’ll tell them. Run along and play now.” Master said.
Mimsy hopped off his lap and ran outside to play in the field. She ran all the way out to a
big tree that she loved to climb. At the top she sat down and could see the whole farm. The
trees stretched on for years and towards the end of summer the corn grew so high. A warm
breeze brushed against her face as she turned to look for her parents who were in the field. She
spotted them picking in a row near the house. Master was walking to them with the newspaper
in his hand. He showed them the front cover and must have told them the president was dead
because Mimsy’s mother collapsed onto her knees. Her papa put his hands on her shoulders,
but their master shoved him back and picked up her mama. Mimsy thought that was very nice of
him to help her mama up. Mimsy climbed down the tree and ran to make sure her mama was
alright. When she got there she saw that she was crying holding her red cheek.
“It’s gonna be alright, mama,” Mimsy stated as she hugged her mama.
“Oh child, don’t you understand, we are trapped now!” Her mama shouted through tears.
“Nala, our lives are going to get very bad. If you see a chance to get out, run baby,” Said
her father bending down at her level.
“But we get to stay with Master now,” Mimsy said confused.
“You will understand soon that he is not as nice as he may seem to you. Now run along,”
Her father commanded pointing to the open field.
As Mimsy walked away she thought about what her papa said and it confused her. Their
Master had always treated her so well. He gave her clothes, food, and would talk to her all night
long. At three how could she know what he was and what it would evolve into. She had her
parents and her innocence. As she grew that changed, however and things started to look odd
to her. Her papa’s words were stuck in her mind though, “If you see a chance to get out, run,
baby,”