That night, Myrtle went to sleep feeling rather full and satisfied.Her spaghetti was delicious, (According to her) and she had a proper dinner for the first night in 26 and a half years. Her bed seemed comfier, her bath in the river was warmer and her fleas seemed to let up for the night. Everything was perfect-ish.
Her alarm clock went off at five thirty for her paper run, and she started her route after her breakfast. On the way down her route she hit a bump in the pavement, and she flew off her tricycle. Picking herself up, her skirt caught on a bush. Reaching down to untangle herself, she heard a cry.
A little girl with yellow hair and flushed cheeks.
Alone.
No one in sight.
LIGHTBULB.
Myrtle left her papers, grabbed the infant, and dashed home. (Hobbled, actually, as she only has seven toes)
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Spaghetti Yellow
HumorOnce upon a time, there lived a miserable oldish cat lady who longed for a daughter. (Ocassionly a LITTLE TOO much.) While making spaghetti bolagnase, she cut her finger on a can of canned tomatoes. She said, "If only I had daughter with cheeks flu...
