Ting Tong Ping

by Lois Higdon Rice

illistrated by Clarence Collister

 
     
 

 

On August 18, 1982 a little mouse named Ting Tong Ping was born on an assembly line in a Taiwan plastic factory. Ting Tong was very tiny and he was destined to stay small all his life. He had a long tail and big ears and a happy smile on his face. Shortly after his birth he was taken to his mobile home, which was a round plastic dome, where he would remain as long as he lived.

When Ting Tong was only a few weeks old, he was loaded in a box with his many brothers and sisters, then taken in a big truck to a ship in the harbor, where he began a long journey to the United States. He felt very sea sick as he was tossed around by the big waves under the ship. Ting Tong was happy when the ship finally docked off the Texas Coast at Galveston.

However, once off the ship he had to take another bumpy ride in a truck to a dark warehouse which was to be his new home for a few short days.

 
 

 

When Ting Tong was only a few weeks old, he was loaded in a box with his many brothers and sisters, then taken in a big truck to a ship in the harbor, where he began a long journey to the United States. He felt very sea sick as he was tossed around by the big waves under the ship. Ting Tong was happy when the ship finally docked off the Texas Coast at Galveston.

However, once off the ship he had to take another bumpy ride in a truck to a dark warehouse which was to be his new home for a few short days.

 
 

  
Illistrated by AthenaRice, age 6

Then he was taken to a bowling alley and put into a home he liked very much. It was round and had big windows and he could sit all day and watch children who were having fun bowling with their families or friends. Sometimes one of the children would put a quarter in his home and it made it spin around. He liked the spin, but it always meant that one of his brothers or sisters would be moving out forever.

One day a little boy named Kevin Countryman came to the bowling alley with his mother, brother and grandparents. Ting Tong watched him bowl and drink cokes with his family. He thought this was just like most other days, but it was to be a very different day for the little mouse. When Kevin and his brother,Kyle had finished their bowling, they came to his window house with their quarters and he just thought he was going for another spin. But when the spin stopped he was no longer in his house but in Kyle's hands. Kyle didn't seem to like him very much and for a while he thought he would be thrown into a trash can. He had often seen his brothers and sisters put there to die. He did not want to die so young.

 
 

 

He felt happy when he heard Kyle say, "Here, do you want this?" and Kevin said he did. Ting Tong was happy to escape death in the trash can.

Kevin carried the scared little mouse to the Lincoln Town Car and they went for a ride. It wasn't as bumpy as the trucks he had been in before and the car had windows so he could see the sights of Houston for the first time.

 
 

 

After they had driven for a while Kevin said, "Here, Grandma, you take him."

Grandma said, "Not me, I don't like mice."

But Kevin insisted, "No, you take him to Oklahoma with you and write a story about him and send him back to me in the mail."

 
 

 

Grandma reluctantly took the mouse and put him, mobile home and all into her purse. Ting Tong did not like having to be back in the dark again, but at least he wasn't alone, because Kevin's grandma had a lot of things in her purse and Ting Tong soon made friends with a tube of red lipstick.

 


 
 

 

"Have you ever been to Oklahoma?" Ting Tong asked the lipstick.

"Sure, I Iive there," the friendly lipstick replied.

"Is it a nice place?"

"Very nice. A lot like Texas, as a matter of fact. About the only real difference is that we have a little colder temperature, a little more wind, and a lot better college football team."

 
 

 

After a long journey through Dallas, then across the Red River and over the Arbuckle Mountains, Ting Tong arrived at Grandma's house in Norman. She took him from her purse and sat him on a table. He was happy to see things again and a little boy named Jacob came one day and played with him. They had a lot of fun.

 
 

 

One day Grandma and Grandpa put up a big Christmas tree with pretty colored lights. It was the first Christmas tree Ting Tong had ever had. He thought it was very beautiful.

Every morning when Grandma sat in her chair and said her prayers and drank her coffee she would say, "I"d better write that story about you and send you back to Kevin." But she never did.

Lots of people came and went and they were celebrating something they called Christmas and Jacob came and played with him again. They sang songs about sleighs and bells and snow and Jesus. Ting Tong decided he liked this thing called Christmas about better than anything he had ever seen before.

But one day Grandma took the tree down and Grandpa took it outside and he never saw it again. He just sat on his table and was bored. Jacob didn't come to play any more. Ting Tong heard Grandma say something about him going to a thing called school. Then Grandma didn't even come in the morning to drink her coffee and read her books and pray. Ting Tong was very lonely indeed. He heard Grandpa telling someone on the telephone that Grandma was having the flu. He wondered what that meant.

 
 

 

Then one day Grandma was back again. She picked up Ting Tong and said, "Well, Young Man, it is time we do something with you. How can I write a story about you when you never do anything? Stories are about people who do things."


Grandma scratched her head for a long time and then she jumped up. "I know just the job for a little guy like you. I shall make you an Ambassador. Yes, that's it, Ting Tong. You are now the Official Ambassador of Good Will between Oklahoma and Texas. You will fly on a big airplane and deliver good wishes and candy to Kevin Charles Countryman and his Kindergarten class."

 
 

 



And so, a tiny mouse, who would never grow bigger than he was at birth, got this very important job, because a little boy named Kevin saw value in him, when no one else did.

 
     




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