Dinky Doors

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        nce upon a Torch Lake summertime, there lived a gentle race of creatures known as the Dinkies. As their name suggests, these beings were small in stature. But though small, those Dinkies were oh so clever! While most magical creatures excel at one magical talent (the leprechaun guards his gold, fairies sprinkle dust), the Dinkies could do it all, and their cities, towns, and villages were said to look much like our own (only much smaller and in most cases invisible). Though reported sightings of the dinkies have been scattered across hundreds of years of Michigan history, these tiny and clever creatures were long thought to be the stuff of legend. That is, until the Spring of 2021, when-irrefutable evidence of their existence and doings began appearing in Alden, MI.

Now, as I have told you, the Dinkies are a busy lot, with as many different Dinky occupations as there are Dinky hearts. Can you find the evidence which has appeared in Alden, MI off our Dinky dwellings?

#1 The Keeper Dinkies (lighthouse)

As the sun sets across Torch Lake, Mother Dinky takes to her knitting and Father Dinky
climbs the steps of the lighthouse, to set its guiding light ablaze. What is little Dorothea Dinky doing? Who knows—but probably something very naughty! 1he littlest Dinky of the lighthouse is young, only about 268 and a half years old, and she is rather mischievous, playing practical jokes on the Alden Dinkies and humans: switching their sugar with salt, tickling sleeping toes, and trying to catch a ride on the town squirrels. When something
gets spilled or misplaced, you can bet that it’s little Dorothea up to her Dinky tricks!

#2 The Explorer Dinkies (depot)

From what I have told you, you may think that the Dinkies are all work and no play, but
this is certainly not the case. Next to muffin crumbs and lake surfing, traveling is a Dinky’s favorite thing! Though the Dinkies love their snug homes on the shores of Torch Lake, several times per year, they pack up their suitcases and travel a great distance, visiting Dinky family and exploring the Dinky Wonders of the World. 1hough you may not be able to see them, the waiting room of the Depot is crowded with adventurous Dinkies! Can you tell by the luggage tags on Delbert Dinky’s suitcases where he has roamed?

#3 The Crumbsweeping Dinkies (Muffin Tin)

If you ever find yourself in conversation with someone doubting the Dinkies existence, you may pose a simple question to them: “Tell me, tiny disbelieving friend, if not a Dinky, than who do you believe sweeps the muffin crumbs falling to the floor of the famous Alden Muffin Tin on a busy day?” And if this troublesome person still gives you guff, just ask them. ”Furthermore, who empties the Dinky letterbox outside of the Crumb sweepers door, if not its resident Dinky, herself?”

Now you will have that doubter in a bind! And once you have proved your.case, be sure to write a letter of your own addressed to Miss Doris Dinky, thanking her for her diligent crumb sweeping and telling her all your business. Of course she will receive it if you leave it for her in the small letterbox! And in this fashion she will be happy to forward any other letters to her Dinky pals. After so many years of being invisible, they do so love to hear from you

#4 The Climber Dinkies (playground tree)

The oldest known Dinky Door may be found in a tree overlooking the playground, having been established there by Dinky Alden homesteader, Great-great-great-great-great-great­-great-grandfather Duff Dinky, who came over from some place that was not here, on a rickety boat that is no longer. For its known history, this special door has been guarded by children, who seem to be able to see the Dinkies more clearly than their adult counterparts, who tend to keep too busy trimming beards and watching game shows. Only when the last eyelid of the last Alden resident has dropped off to sleep each night, does the lantern at Duff Dinky’s abode flicker on, and Great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather Duff Dinky himself sits upon the branch outside his door, puffing on his pipe, swinging his short legs, and enjoying a long think.