Hah!

[alt_pansy]

Apon a time (once) there was a girl with apple cheeks and an affable (did I use it right?) air who liked ambling around the park and angling for fish, even though she hated eating them, because fish are slimy and gross. She was awfully sweet, and was always generous.

Then her parents died, because that sort of thing happens all the time in fairy stories. So she was all alone.

Awwww.

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[alt_sally_anne]

Politely, Beatrice protested that perhaps permanent petrification would be preferable as a punishment. Martivan would make a pleasant statue, perhaps with his arms placed so as to be useful as a place to put coats and umbrellas during parties with many participants.

[alt_sally_anne]

Oooh, it just occurred to me he ought to have piles, as well. Oh well.