Once upon a time There lived a beautiful

Once upon a time There lived a beautiful A large ugly castle Trapped in the castle There was spell that was She tried to leave One day He worked extremely hard to Finally

The End—he breathed. "Thank you, Timothy," the teacher spoke, slightly concerned. She had invited his parents to her classroom to talk about his speech impediment after school,

to help poor Timothy to integrate with his peers, or he would be executed. His parents were too neglectful to understand his speech impediment was actually a vestigial dialect of

the language of the Elder Gods. Timothy's perceived speech impediment was the reason why many nations across the world were suddenly witnessing the dawn of Y'tereu, the God of

and incense and began to pray. "Dear Dog," Timmy began, "Please make me pots seeing things sdrawkcab." The dog looked at him, confused. "Tis!" barked Timmy. Startled, the dog

wagged on about tics, incontinence, & hydrants unpeed, but Timmy didn't understand, he was never leashed by fate. In the tendrils of sdrwaky smoke he saw his potty dreams. The dog

Laid there, chained, in the kitchen and was treated to leftover pizza by Timmy and friends. Together they helped fertilize the garden. Suddenly the lettuce and cucumbers grew up.

They understood that they were at the core of this story & that they were expected to do something but they didn't know what that something was. What could a lettuce & cucumber do?

Wiser people than I have tossed that inquiry around and yet--the question romaines and leafs us in a pickle.