| The big lady stopped. Then she ran. She ran hard. The little boy had no chance, no ****ing chance at all. But the train beat her. The boy became part of the infrastructure of the remodelled suburban landscape, with a nice accent of pinkish peach.
But his Fairy Godmother wouldn't give up. Myra was a touch old witch. She did Fairy Godmothering on the side to help pay for her real childersn's education at the Fairy GodMothers' Juvenile Adventure Mart (FGJAM).
Then Bill came along with an AK47 and blew everyone away. |