Trying To Tell a Story

She wanted to tell the tale of the witch’s shoe Don’t you mean boot? Asked my cousin Dew. No, it’s a shoe, she said, adamant about this. He rolled his eyes at this inexperienced miss. Once upon a light pole, she said as she looked at the book. I think you mean once upon a time, said my Auntie Hook. The reader was getting exasperated, and rightly so. Let her get started! I begged, I saw she was ready to blow. The speaker ended up throwing the book in the air. She performed a witchdoctor’s dance right there in the lair. I was terrified now, for you do not annoy my Aunt Mare. Everyone scattered – some running off to the world’s fair.