Now pay attention, please. What I’m about to tell you is true, though none of it is real.
If you’re lucky you might find something you like; if not, perhaps you can celebrate with the mice as they toast kitty’s new friend, Scraps the beagle.
“Living without you, living alone”
Years ago – a long, long way back – there was a girl. Her name was Laney (it’s a nice name, though not one you’d ever figure out, maybe, unless you’re Laney.) Laney was very pretty. She was pretty the way a china doll, resting against a sleepy pillow, sits and makes everything around it seem just a little bit…tarnished. Believe it or not, Mr. Stuffmyface – who wasn’t afraid of anything – shivered now and again whenever that china doll, who’s name is Ms. Chips, looked in his direction.
Laney was that kind of beautiful.
She also had a wonderful heart. It was soft (and some say a bit mushy) and very fragile. She had to protect it but sometimes she didn’t. And when she didn’t she would cry. It was an aching thing to see her cry. The tears would be big, thick drops that would avalanche across the gentle curves and lines of her face.
No one liked to see Laney cry; and those that did were big, fat, meanies who ate uncooked worms (no one eats uncooked worms!) Continue Reading