Look at this old writing of mine.. Perfect Little Fairies A Storybook for Perfect Little Girls and Boys Once upon a time the perfect little fairies lived in the perfect little green glen down the road from Downsbury. A perfect little town with, I might say, a perfect little name as well. Yes. It reminds us of soft down on a duck cried Tomas, a toddler boy of four years age. He jumped onto the floor with so much excitement over the subject matter that he fell over himself onto the Navajo Indian rug underneath and began giggling uncontrollably for several moments. Get up demanded Chloe finally, his perfect little sister. No cried the insubordinate boy as he lay curled on the perfect little tan and red patterned weave, refusing to budge an inch. Well, obviously theres only one thing left to do said Nanny Sarah very assuredly and winked in the direction of her perfect little charges, as she stood and smoothed her Mary Poppins sky blue/white fringe dress with her perfectly shaped nanny woman hands. Chloe knew exactly what was about to happen and she could barely control herself from blurting out the truth of the matter. Finally it came out of her mouth with the pronouncement of two fateful words. Tickle fest! she exclaimed. As Nanny Sara kneeled and then plunged her hands into Tomas perrfect little boys tummy and Chloe tried to hold his arms down with her perfect little girl hands. (Not very well, I might add.) Ah, well. All good things must pass and the tickle-fest was almost over when suddenly the doorbell rang. It was then that all the perfect little creatures who lived in the house, namely the dogs and cats and kids, ran noisely to the large entry hall door. Assumably to open it and find out who it was that came to visit them on this perfect little day… the Wayward Witch..
Posted on: Tue, 27 Jan 2015 19:25:52 +0000
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