Don't forget: What hieroglyph am I today? Don't

Don't forget: What hieroglyph am I today? Don't forget. What hieroglyph am I today? Who gives a duck? Wrong season, wrong reason. And the others I already forgot. All of them la

uded the deliverance of the golden cookie of the Sun into the paws of the twice-born cat," Dr. Englesmith explained as they explored these new-found chambers under Cheops. Dr. Ha

Tiffany's special display case. "If you have to ask how much, you cannot afford it," came the haughty reply whenever someone requested the asking price for the jeweled cookie crumb

that once fell from a chocolate chip cookie eaten by none other than Marie Antoinette and had somewhat fossilized over time and been bejewled by Tiffany's. I longingly gazed at it

through the glass. It glittered and shone like a dewdrop in morning sunlight. I needed to have it. I peeked at the price tag and almost fainted - it cost more than my car!

Then again my car was a 3rd generation hand me down Yugo that just might net me $200 if was were selling it, which I wasn't. But you get my point. It was a lot of money. Did I love

him? I looked at the diamond. I thought about his clock & what it sounded like when it chimed midnight & I knew that I didn't want to be anywhere else when that midnight chimed.

I pawned the diamond and bought a one-way ticket to his town. I arrived at his house just as his clock began to chime midnight. I hurled myself through the window just in time to

take the bullet from another story I just added to & I've become the dying protagonist of this story where as he walks away scotfree.Such are the sacrifices we make for literature!