chapter two (the rhymes)

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THREE YEAR OLD ANASTASIA, NICKNAMED TASIA, STASIA AND ANYA, WAS LAYING IN HER BED. She was staring at her brother. Looking up.

"Lullaby!" She insisted. Shaking her brothers arm. Michael looked at Anastasia, wondering whether or not to.

"Okay." He finally said, making little Anastasie happy. Michael walked over to the book of nursery rhymes and chose randomly.

He landed on Ring Around The Rosie. He sat down next to Anastasia who got ready in bed. "Ring-a-ring-a-rosies
A pocket full of posies
A tissue, a tissue
We all fall down
The king has sent his daughter
To fetch a pail of water
A tissue, a tissue
We all fall down
The robin on the steeple
Is singing to the people
A tissue, a tissue
We all fall down
The wedding bells are ringing
The boys and girls are singing
A tissue, a tissue
We all fall down." He finished. Anastasia was still awake.

"Another!" She begged. "Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockleshells
And pretty maids all in a row
And pretty maids all in a row
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockleshells
And pretty maids all in a row
And pretty maids all in a row..." Michael hates that one.

He then found another which got Anastasia asleep. "Little miss Muffet she sat on her tuffet, eating her curds eating and whey
Along came a spider who sat down beside her
And frightened miss Muffet away
Little miss Muffet she sat on her tuffet, eating her curds eating and whey
Along came a spider who sat down beside her
And frightened miss Muffet away."

Anastasia fell asleep. It made Michael a bit confused this rhyme. Sounded weird. What could he do though? Just ask his father? He was always busy and plus he was to get married soon as well.

Michael kissed Anastasia's head. "Night Anya." He whispered as he slowly opened the door and slowly shut it. Being quiet not to make a noise.

Michael turned and walked into his room, then threw himself into bed and fell straight asleep.

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