Childs play

'There is no ogly cogly. If there was Daddy would have thrown him out! Daddy wouldn't allow any nasty ogly cogly in the house to frighten his little girl now would he?' Milly the little girl looked up at her mummy, one hand grasping Flora her floral dolly and in the other hand, hanging by one leg, was her favourite toy Rocket, a squishy rubber tortoise.
'Flora an Rocket seen im' said the girl 'e was in the kitchen eating a sweetie' Her Mother stifled her exasperation. She sat down and pulled Milly to her. 'When did Flora and Rocket see him? Was it last night after you had that bad dream?'
'Yes' said Milly 'I had a bad dream but I didn't cry did I! Not like Sunnyjim' Her mother smiled, Sunnyjim was the latest addition to their family and barely three months old, Michael her husband had always called him Sunnyjim and the girl had picked it up ignoring all attempts to make her call him Daniel his proper name. 'Can I play now' she said, her mother kissed her then reluctantly let her go.' Yes' she said 'But no more nonsense about nasty old ogly cogly, all right?' The little girl nodded and skipped out of the room knocking Rocket's head on the side of the door.
Michael stopped the car in the lay-by on Bothy Hill, he would be home in another ten minutes and he was looking forward to seeing his wife, and his tea.
The passenger door opened bringing him back to the present; 'Sorry', he said, 'miles away. Pick you up tomorrow - same place?' His passenger nodded and said 'Yes, thanks, soon have everything fixed, you must be fed up with all this business'
'Not at all' said Michael, 'it's not your fault and it's only a couple of miles for me. Anyway goodnight, see you tomorrow, OK! Bye'. The car door closed and he heard the faint reply of 'Bye'
He looked in his wing mirror and seeing the road clear behind indicated that he was pulling out then he glanced to his left and just glimpsed his passenger, the ogly cogly, disappearing into the woodland….