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Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Nancy climbed the staircase, peering over the bannisters with trepidation. It was an awfully long way down... Every step she took seemed to make her quiver more, and for a girl of her intelligence it was not hard to imagine herself falling right through a plank!
When she reached the top, she had forgotten what she had gonethere for. But as she had thought: it was an awfully long way down...
So she sat at the top, until a stranger came along.
...
The stranger was strange indeed. His stomach protruded beyond his green corduroy slacks, while the hairs on his back were a peculiar shade of yellow. Nancy thought him a scoundrel or ruffian, and hastened to look confident in herself (this naturally being the best way of avoiding a kerfuffle).
He sat down next to her.
"do you happen to know why I came up here?" he asked
"No," said she.
And that is how Nancy was in a pickle, and for why she was never seen again.
When she reached the top, she had forgotten what she had gonethere for. But as she had thought: it was an awfully long way down...
So she sat at the top, until a stranger came along.
...
The stranger was strange indeed. His stomach protruded beyond his green corduroy slacks, while the hairs on his back were a peculiar shade of yellow. Nancy thought him a scoundrel or ruffian, and hastened to look confident in herself (this naturally being the best way of avoiding a kerfuffle).
He sat down next to her.
"do you happen to know why I came up here?" he asked
"No," said she.
And that is how Nancy was in a pickle, and for why she was never seen again.
