It Is a Sad, Sad Tale

it is a sad, sad tale indeed it is father passed when i was but a babe left with mother, sisters, dog, rabbits there were three parakeets and they all shared a commonality they were female, still suspect the goldfish such was life for me mornings i had to prepare baths hang towels, washcloths then set the table with placings wake my sisters for their baths begin their breakfast as they began to dine prepared their clothes cleaned the bathroom cleaned the kitchen, wash the dishes i cannot continue in this nightmare later in life, i would pen this story set it into a fairy tale where my heart could always go and wish this had been my life sent it off to a publisher low and behold they wrote such a children's fable we will print your story at once joy filled my heart, my narrative told and then the shock, the final blow they had changed everything even the name was gone and the world was to be denied the story of Cinderfella who won the heart of the princess and it was no pumpkin it was a purple eggplant the color of royalty i am working on my next book i dreamed i was orphaned out of that feminine pit found a balanced family and such my new novel Danne of Blue Gables the "e" is silent and pray my four daughters find it entertaining gentlemen may i share some wisdom an adage belonging to the ages in life there are times from which there is, alas, no escape OKC 6/22