In a small village, there lived a cheerful

In a small village, there lived a cheerful albeit clumsy young woman with a lazy eye. She worked in the postal delivery service, and her favorite food was muffins.

She was often left out of the group, when all the other young women went to Book group, or any other group. This, didn't make the young woman happy, or cheerful.

This Book Group would read books about acclaimed, world weary yet wise novelists who had beautiful & understanding wives & tortured affairs with nubile yet brainy research assistan

ts. These were the kings of our time. Many had thirteen wives or more and slept with research assistants four at a time. Their novels could have changed the world but all they wrot

e were folds on some website called Foldingstory and thus, great American, British, and other novels totally lost to the gaping maw of nonsequiters.

The gaping maw of nonsequiters swallowed and digested perfectly logical (and boring) story lines and regurgitated delightlfully random furry abomidable pink rabid sweltering

-- The attendant had become humaniform just for this duty and apologized. "I'm sorry, Sir. Even now there is a lot of unnatural chaos." Marcus Aurelius never expected to be re

incarnated after the humaniform attendant killed him. Never saw it coming. "Ah well," Marcus Aurelius Joan Crawford sighed. "I have other duties now." Life in the 20th century was

rather boring to be honest. Oh well, back to Wonderland with Alice. Down the rabbit hole we go!