Posted in Posted by Lemony Snicket

Hello everypeoples! I know I haven't posted in a peanutbutter-jillion years, but I have had writer's block, lack of inspiration, and lack of motivation.

Well anyways, my sisters and I made up a VERY complicated joke that we play around with, and I made a very short storie of the death of Hailey's person, so, here goes. And don't worry if you don't understand anything, you aren't supposed to.

Mr. Smith=Hailey/Barrie

Scarlett=Me

Squirrel Child=Emma/Frances

Mr. Smith and Scarlett O’Hara

     It had come to this; Scarlett with a curtain rod in her hand, her husband, sitting unaware of his doomed fate, and their child, who had been raised by squirrels, standing in front of them, watching helplessly. Mr. Smith looked up from his morning paper, and saw his agitated wife. He questioned, “What are you doing, Scarlett?”

     “I’m sorry darling, but it’s just been too much! I could handle our child being raised by squirrels, and you running off to Washington to fight for a lost cause, for a time, but it has all boiled up to now, and I can’t take it anymore, I must put an end to it!” She clutched the rod tighter and stepped closer to him.

     “But you must admit, my darling,” he said in a nervous tone, “you have made a few mistakes in our relationship too. You weren’t there to raise our child either, you were to busy winning your Oscar, and I truly don’t understand what your obsession is with rotten carrots.”

     “Don’t you dare say that about me! If you hadn’t left me all alone in this house, with our child, I might not have been so depressed, she might not have run away, you never thought of anybody but yourself! You were jealous, that’s what was wrong! Jealous that my movie won the Oscar, and yours didn’t, and you are still envious, I know it, I can see it in your eyes. Well, I’ve had enough of it!”

     “Mother, Father, stop it! Stop it at once!” the Squirrel Child cried quickly in her sharp, high pitched voice. She ran out of the room before she could see anything happen.

     And, before you could say “I forgot the onions,” Scarlett stabbed Mr. Smith with the curtain rod. With his dying breath, Mr. Smith said, “I forgive you…Scarlett.”

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Hope you liked it! Please comment.

Blessings,

 Snicket