You Write the Story: Why Did Barbie Lose Her Head?

I’m sort of fascinated by the stuff I find along the highway, like this Barbie doll head found near the Raccoon River bridge on First Street.

Did mad doll scientists keep her oddly proportioned body – yes, oddly, because if hers were extrapolated to human measurements, Barbie would topple over – for study and cast her head aside because it was empty and addled?

Is Barbie’s headless state – or bodiless state, depending on your plot line – a case of “Toy Story” gone bad?

Or, in some young girl’s imagination perhaps, was Barbie Marie Antoinette in a macabre diorama depicting the French Revolution, or one tracing Mexican newswoman Marisol Macias Castanedas’ execution for speaking freely against dangerous drug cartels?

One can only hope. And wonder: Where was Ken when all this was going down?

It’s your story. You tell us. What happens next? And then what happened? Use your imagination.

"The gruesome discovery along the busy highway of Barbie’s head, her face forever frozen in a look of dazed surprise, haunted Ken and kept him awake while the rest of West Des Moines was sleeping ...