© 2009 Karen Van Fossan
Once upon a time, there was a terrible, angry ogre.
The ogre didn’t like me, the ogre didn’t like you, and most of all, she didn’t like herself.
“Self!” she hollered. “You’re terrible! And you’re angry! And you’re an ogre! No wonder I don’t like you.”
The ogre picked up her house. And she tossed it to the ground.
Well, the ogre happened to live next door to a frightful, fearful rat.
The rat didn’t trust me, the rat didn’t trust you, and most of all, she didn’t trust herself.
“Self?” she whispered. “You’re frightful! And you’re fearful! And you’re a rat! No wonder I don’t trust you.”
She scurried away, as fast as she could, far across the prairie.
Now, the rat happened to live next door to an undiscovered princess.
The princess was bored with me, the princess was bored with you, and most of all, the princess was bored with herself.
“Boring!” said the Princess --
While she smiled for the camera.
But the princess happened to live next door to the writer of this story.
The writer looked around. “Ogre? Rat? Princess?" she said. "I’m trying to write a story. Could you help me?”
The princess yawned. The rat kept hiding. The ogre stomped her foot.
Then they hurried home and locked their doors.
The writer dialed a pay phone. "Help!" she said to the reader. "What should I do?”
The reader scratched her head. Or maybe he drummed his fingers. The reader said to the writer.........
(Reader, could you help me? What did the reader say???)