Sewing

Warning: Idiotic and Morbid. Kind of.

Once upon a time there was a stupid girl named Liptch. She was socially retarded and also kind of ugly.

One day at school, Liptch's teacher told her that there would be a gigantic test the next day. Liptch was horrified, because it was for a subject she absolutely hated; sewing and embroidery.

When she got home, she decided to study. But oh dear! she didn't understand one bit. She hated sewing and she didn't really bother to listen in class. She looked at her book and sewing kit blankly until 1 a.m. in the morning.

Liptch decided to just leave it be and then study early in the morning. She was so tired, so she went to sleep.

The next day, her alarm rang really loudly into her ear at 6:00. Liptch got up with a start, switched off her alarm and went back to sleep.

At 8:00, her older sister sister Jill came into her room and roared into her ear.

"IF YOU DON'T GET UP I'LL SMACK YOU WITH A FRYING PAN! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!!!!!" Liptch jumped up and ran to change.

School started at 8:30, and she had no time to study or even brush her teeth. She pulled on a purple T-shirt and a pair of yellow pants. She didn't brush her hair.

"YOU LOOK AWFUL!!" her younger sister Ruby said to her. Liptch looked at her clothes and groaned.

Liptch started up the stairs to change but Jill and Ruby pulled her away. "It's too late," they said. They climbed into Jill's car and sped off.

"You really look awful." Ruby said to Liptch.
"You didn't let me change!" Liptch protested.
"There wasn't any time, you dummy." Ruby replied. "As a result, you look like an utter freak."
"Yes you do." Jill agreed.

Liptch looked away and sulked until they reached their school.

When Liptch reached her classroom, the teacher was already teaching. "Sorry I'm late, teacher." Liptch mumbled. The teacher, a pleasant sort of lady, just nodded and smiled at Liptch.

The other people in Liptch's class stared at Liptch curiously, thinking her a strange creature. As the day wore on, the sewing test loomed closer. Liptch was quite worried.

Finally, it was time for the last class of the day. Sewing and embroidery.

"Now, don't be worried, because this test is fairly easy." The teacher said, passing out paper, coloured thread, needles and pieces of cloth.

"Just answer the questions and then start on your sewing. I'm giving you an hour and a half. Okay, you can start now."

The test started. Liptch was extremely worried. The questions on the paper were extremely unfamiliar to her. She started to panic.

She decided to start sewing first. She tried to poke the thread through the eye of the needle and after about twenty tries, she made it go through.

Next she poked the needle through the cloth and started to embroider the cloth unsuccessfully. The whole cloth was a series of knots and tangles and her test paper was devoid of any writing save for her name and the date.

Why is life so hard? she wondered. She hated herself for not studying and being so stupid. When the test was over, Liptch ran to the bathroom to cry in peace.

She cried and cried until her phone started to ring. It was her sister, Ruby. Liptch answered the phone, saying hello very shakily.

"WHERE IN THE WORLD ARE YOU? WE'RE WAITING AT THE CAR!!!" Ruby shrieked. Liptch said okay I'm coming and then she hung up. She grabbed some toilet roll and went out, wiping her nose and eyes as she ran.

When Liptch climbed into the car, Jill started the engine and they went onto the main road.

Ruby and Jill then started to talk about something very 'exciting'. They seemed to forget that Liptch had made them late to go home.

"I can't believe you were nominated class president! That is so cool!" Ruby gushed to Jill. Jill smiled modestly.

"I can't believe you're now going steady with Harold!" Jill said to Ruby. Ruby giggled.

"I can! I just can't believe it happened only today!" Both sisters giggled happily. Suddenly they both seemed to realise that Liptch was in the car.

"Oh, so how was your day, Liptch?" Jill asked politely.
"Awful." Liptch said.

Jill and Ruby were silent. Then they started to chat about something else. Liptch sniffed and then closed her eyes, feeling exhausted.

The next day, Liptch's sewing test results were passed out. She looked at the paper warily and received an unwelcome shock.

"2 out of 50!?" she exclaimed, horrified. The other students looked at Liptch and snickered. The teacher hurried to her desk.

"I'm sorry, Liptch. But you didn't do very well. Maybe you should've studied more?" she said softly. Liptch's head was swimming. She stood up blindly and stumbled towards the door.

"Where are you going, dear?" the teacher asked. Liptch looked around wildly, her mind spinning around in circles.

"Away... away..." Liptch mumbled absent mindedly. She walked out of her class and out of the school, across the road and through the trees in Morris' Wildlife Forest right to the cliff at the end of the town.

"Away... away..." Liptch repeated. She slowly walked towards the edge and presently fell, silently and quietly, until she was no more.

The princess who ate frogs (and got married at 16)

There is a princess who eats frogs. She has frogs for breakfast (on toast or with eggs), for lunch (in sandwiches), dinner (in pies or with pasta) and of course, for a midday snack (fried and crunchy).

She is a frogaholic. She can't live without frogs.

Lately, she has been reading up on Japanese food and she thinks the idea of sashimi is fantastic. She creates some fusion food and voilà, frog sashimi. To her it's absolutely lovely.

One day, as she prances about in her garden after a picnic near the pond, she notices a golden ball in the bushes. She gives a cry of delight and picks it up. It is shiny and smooth except for a section on which a frog is engraved.

The princess (whose name, by the way, is Aliesa), is overjoyed. She kisses the ball and runs back into her palace, leaving her picnic things for the maids to pick up.

For the next few days she plays with her ball, rejoicing over its froggy beauty. The intricate pattern is something she has never beheld in her life. She loves the ball.

One day, she decides to have another picnic by the pond. Who knows, maybe she'll find another golden ball?

She sits on her picnic cloth, her legs properly crossed. Her maid sets out a plate in front of her and then lifts the lid.

OH NO! What Aliesa saw was horrifying. It was one of the most terrible sorts of things one sees.

"YOU'RE FEEDING ME CHICKEN??" she screams. The maid cowers in fear.

"It's all we have in the pantry, your highness. The-the frogs have run out. There are no more in the kingdom. You've eaten the lot."

Aliesa stares at her maid (whose name, by the way, is Jainee), aghast.

"NO MORE FROGS??" she shrieks. Jainee nods and then runs away, afraid for her life. Aliesa stands up to stamp her foot angrily.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooOOOOOOOOoooo!!!" Aliesa screams into the sky dramatically.

"Excuse me, but you've disrupted my nap."

Aliesa looks around, scared. "Who's there?"

No response.

"I'll report you for trespassing!" Aliesa threatens.

"Like they'd arrest a frog!" The voice scoffs.

Aliesa yelps. "I'm going mad!" she says. She looks around frantically and then sees a golden frog reclining on a rock.

Aliesa screams, long and loud. "Oh JOY!" she says gleefully.

The frog smiles, happy to have found a friend.

"Well hey, I'm Pablo and I'm a prince, but a random guy on the street put a spell on me and made me a frog. If you kiss me then I'll turn back into a prince. I guarantee you, I'm hot."

Aliesa looks at Pablo, bemused. A talking frog? Who is really a prince? Aliesa laughs.

"Alright, I'll kiss you." she says. She picks his squishy golden body up and puts her mouth on his puckered lips.

He smells so delicious! she thinks. Suddenly, he is out of her hands and smiling at her dreamily.

"Wow, you are hot." she says. Pablo the prince previously a golden talking frog flashes her a gorgeous grin and nods.

"Of course. Now, I just have one more thing for you. If you agree to marry me, I'll stay a handsome prince forever!" Pablo gives her a nervous smile.

Aliesa thinks for awhile. "I'm only sixteen, y'know." she says to Pablo. Pablo shrugs.

"I'm only nineteen myself. Anyway, I have no time to look for a princess my age. I need to get married before the clock strikes midnight!"

Aliesa thinks again. "Alright." she shakes Pablo's hand firmly. Then Pablo pulls her into his arms and they embrace.

They gaze into each other's eyes for a second, then they run off into the sunset to get married.

So they live happily ever after.

THE END