In the old days, a lot of time little kids were buried with there favorite toy. It could be anything-a wooden sailboat, a little baseball bat, an old doll, anything the kid loves.
Beth Parson's toy-a ragged doll with two blue button eyes-was buried with her when she died just like that. Two weeks after the funeral, when her father found the doll laying on the front porch. He decided there must have been a mistake and quietly re-buried it. A week and a half after that, when Beth's mother found the doll-dirty and wet-on the floor of Beth's playroom, she brought to the family priest, together they blessed it and buried it again, in the little girls plot.
When they found the doll the third time, sitting up on Beth's old bed, there was a little note: "It's a little cold in there. I don't like it. Why won't you let me come home?"
