2004-08-03 10:34 p.m. This fairy tale started with the young man loaned his eyes to a beautiful young woman who was actually not a beautiful young woman. She was a blind monster who lived in the woods near his village. But she had previously borrowed a cloak from another young man who had a shape-changing cloak. He thought that she was just a blind crone and not what she actually was: a monster who was terrible at returning things to people. So the blind crone, looking like a beautiful young woman, borrowed the young man's eyes and never got around to giving them back. A list of the things she saw: 1. A duck. 2. A forest. This was where she lived. 3. A cloak on her beautiful back. 4. A cloak on the ground, her hideous twisted back. 5. The cloak on her beautiful back. 6. A pathetic blind young boy mewling and trying to be brave while asking for his eyes back, or at least a quick feel. 7. Her two beautiful feet, moving in sequence. The not-blind crone walked and walked and finally she came to a single dead tree upon a single rocky hill and in that tree was a single crow. The crow, who had tried Internet personals and the local watering holes for a lifemate without success, peered down at the crone-in-disguise. Listening to the sound of bones creaking underneath the appearance of youth, the crow realized for the first time that its entire life was a lie. The shiniest veneer was not enough to hide the rot within. This whole life thing is garbage. He should give up on lady-crows and either do good works or off himself. The crow's decision was a personal one, so we'll leave him there. The crone went to the next village and borrowed money. Also, the use of a bicycle. Also, a nice wig. She then had a yard sale and made a killing. MONSTER! Yes, children, mark my words. If you find that life is worth living, unlike the crow, know that you should not loan things to beautiful people just because they're beautiful. Loan it to them because you don't need it anymore and don't care if you get it back. That blind kid lived with his parents for the rest of his life and after their deaths was a charity case. He rarely bathed and eventually came to share the crow's outlook. The kid who had the cloak was fine, though. He had another cloak. He tricked some ogres with it and became a hero. His story is better than this one. |
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