A Name is Not My Name

(This is a story)

Someone was crying under the slide.
Why was the boy crying?
"I...I've lost my name." he sobbed.
Where had his name gone?

There was a ball next to him and had a name on it, Danny.
Could it be the boy's name?
"That is not my name. Why would I be named after a ball?" he said.
That sounded reasonable.

A bicycle was laying on the grass and had a name on it, Peter.
Maybe this was the boy's name.
"My name is not Peter. I don't look like a bicycle at all." he frowned.
That was true, he didn't look like one.

On the riverside, a name was written on a tree, SallylovesSam, in a heart shape.
This seemed to be lovely, the boy might like it.
"Does the heart shape come with the name? I like the idea." he smiled. "But, no."
A shape with a name, a really good idea.

Someone on the bridge was calling a name, Sorry.
The person sounded upset, it'd better not be the boy's name.
"Sorry? Why, I am not Sorry. Say you are sorry." he yelled.
Sorry.

A woman was calling her children, " Paully, Mandy, Andrew, Tom, come here at once."
Was the boy one of them?
"I don't steal people's name even when I've lost mine." he looked stern.
How honorable he was!

The boy was on the swing.
Had he forgotten he had lost his name?
"I think, maybe, a name is not my name." he said to himself.
And then, he jumped off the swing, he rolled down the lawn hill, and he ran around on the grass.

The boy was laughing and singing and spinning.
"Why are you so happy? Have you found your name?"
"It's easy, isn't it? My name is not a name!"
And a name couldn't be his name. Indeed!