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There once was a little whirling girly with a pretty pearly grin. She swished so sleekly sweet when she walked, that many swore she could never sin. But one warm day when the wind puffed enough to make a great snake spin a sightly spin, that little girl decided to up and disappear for quite a long while, only to return again wearing her darling little pearly grin.

“Well now, dear Allison, shame on you!” cried all of the townspeople throughout the little village. “Oh, do tell us all now, just where is it the likes of you have been? We are so sure you have been acting like a crazy, old, doped-up clown throughout our happy little town again. Oh dear! Oh my! Oh, how this matter is such a terribly messed-up sin!”

“Well now, oh my dear ones,” replied little Allison, “I’ve been around the whole wide world and back again! I hopped a great big blue bird, and dared to fly with all the angels on high. I sat down for soup with ole King Cole, which is worth far more to me than anything money might buy. Why, I even danced until I got all grimy and dirty in captivating Oberstein, with a jolly ole elf playing the hurdy-gurdy!

“Oh yes, and I shall never tell a lie! Well, I have traveled to beautiful Spain and played inside all of her massive mountainside crystal castles, I can’t complain! Well now, for gracious sake, I’ve even ridden inside her enchanted choo-choo trains! What? Hear me, now, when I say, if I am not standing here telling all of you the honest, blessed truth, then right now I shall snag my front tooth, and probably go totally insane!

“Yes! I even sailed a sail across that broad, deep blue sea, only to come back here again, and with absolutely no welcoming cheers, to this boring little waste-town called Stenzil-land!” screamed Allison in streaming tears.

“Oh, my dear!” gasped all of the townspeople, as they grasped their searing ears, “Me oh my!” how they did cry. “Now just please tell us why, oh why, that it is always you who expects us to believe in these crazy mucked-up lies? What is it that is wrong with the likes of you? Can you not ever simply tell us all the truth? Do you really think we are all so bumble-dumb because we have all lost our youth? Oh, please now, thy integrity ye dare not forsooth!”

“Oh no, no, no!” cried little Allison, that gorgeous little girl, with a pretty-pearly grin. “How it is that I can never tell a lie, see? I have been around the whole wide world, and back again! For me to tell anything else, would be such a terrible mucked-up sin. I say, it is all true! It is all so true! I shall yell out these infernal words until my face turns all blue! How else may I explain this honest fact to the likes of dark hounds like you?”

“Well then, go quickly into your room over there inside the old stick house. Now, you can take this straw broom, and get to work, and cheerfully shut up your deceiving little mouth, and be ever as quiet as a scampering mouse. Just get to work now, and work until your skin turns all blue. Yes, that is what you can bloody do, so here!”

And the townspeople shoved before her the tightly tied yellow straw broom.

So, they bound her in chains, dragging her mercilessly toward that old stick house, locking her up tightly inside that cold, dark, musty room. She continued to smile, even though they tried to kill her precious little heart with such deep despairing gloom, by locking her up so tightly inside that smelly old room, with only a single silly mouse and a yellow straw broom!

Poor little Allison cried, and she cried as those townspeople so cruelly shoved her aside upon that disgustingly filthy, dusty floor. That heavy wooden door seemed to rumble as they heaved it shut across the entrance, causing her cute little flaxen head to roar and bumble. Her chains only rattled when she moved. Since she was now all alone, there was no one present unto whom to tattle, to tell the world outside of her horrible, miserable circumstance.

All ‘tis so sad, now, ever so sad, that the only crime she was ever guilty of, was that of spending so much precious time in a dying town among such envious, spiteful, narrow-minded people, who were such a dreadful bore; yes, I say, only this sole crime, and absolutely nothing more!

Through her streaming tears, she vaguely saw the mouse scampering about as she continued to cry, running to and fro through that old stick house. Then once again she heard a gentle tapping, and her now tearful heart suddenly felt very happy. There was simply no real explanation as to why!

“What is your name?” suddenly asked a cheerful voice on her right side. “My name is Milton Mouse,” announced the happy little voice. “I am the owner of this house.”

“Oh, you, the owner of this house?” asked Allison, while straining through her tears again, sniffing them down as she spoke. “Well, my name is Allison,” she replied with another sniffle.

 “Now cheer up, ‘cause I have some good news,” declared in joy, the owner of the stick house. “I can get you out o’ here, just as quickly as a luscious lick, a hard sniff, and a whiff! So please, do tell me, if you were free again to choose, wouldn’t that get rid of those awful infernal blues?”

“Oh me, oh my!” the gasping little girl replied, “Oh, indeed so, and may God bless! Why, I have been so sick inside here, outside is sure where it is I am most free. It is there where I wish to abide, so far away from this town forevermore, where all of the people behave like such silly, dumb clowns! The truth can never hide. All do know this now, we live in a mighty pathetic place that is such a depressing, despairing, persecuting, envious, mucked-up bore!”

“So there,” with a snap, the mouse said, “just watch me!” Then he raced through the locks like a latch key, causing those old iron clips to snip and snap, and finally lose their tight grip. The antique chains did clink and clatter as they so reluctantly fell. Then that poor little girl suddenly felt well again, for behold unto all, it was now she who was forever free! Most surely, she had the energy to race like a silver zip.

The clever mouse then stood by saying, “Just watch me again.” He then gazed out toward the dense wooded thistle, now placing two fingers upon his lips, making a shrill whistle. Out from the thistle now did run a thousand mice, not townsmen. The thousand mice were really nice, much nicer than all the women or men of Stenzil-land had ever been to poor little Allison.

Upon that great wooden door, they did swarm and chew, until the wood was all tattered, in pieces, and unglued. From its rusting hinges, it finally fell, even though all of those townsmen had put it together very well. Into the sunny outside now did little Allison run, never to be bound in locks or chains ever again.

So deep into that misty wilderness did that little girl run, that she could romp and play with jolly elves, bouncing rabbits, and racing deer just for fun. She swam across the deepest river with dancing, leaping fish; for in her cute little, imaginative mind, she held to only one sole motivating wish, and that was simply to be forever free.

So, one cold, dreary, misty day, the townspeople solemnly arrived at that old stick house, sitting ever so quiet and still, with only one mouse. They were all so greatly shocked to hear from poor little Allison, not a single weeping peep. For when they peered deep inside, they found where now she did truly abide, forever free, as she lay all frozen perfectly still in a deep, eternal sleep.

So now an endless perpetual sadness settled upon that town of such dark, terrible, most dishonorable sin-like somber mist. For the people had forever lost little Allison, who was never ever to return there again. Now the timeless judge determined them all to be guilty as the most horrible of men, and as to the day of prosperity and peace for them, why, they would never know if, let alone when. So now it was that they were forever doomed to only begin again, indeed repeatedly making the same old foolish mistakes for a perpetual infinity.

Finally, the holy cherub in heaven did boldly say, “Let the eternal flame be the fate for all those narrow-minded, rude, spiteful people of Stenzil-land, who were determined to be such a sore.”

The horrible penalty was so for all infinity, and more. They were doomed indefinitely for the sins of lashing out upon innocents, and for being unto all others such a dreadful, mind-numbing bore.