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The Girl From Boise
In a small town , outside of Boise, there lived a sweet little girl who had a nice life. She didn't want for much. Her living might have been modest but her parents made sure she never did without. Her mother worked at the small diner in town. It was long hours and sometimes less than noble customers but she had her daughter to provide for. Her father also worked at the diner as the head cook. He was a bit rough around the edges but no one ever doubted the quality of the food he provided. When the two of them worked together, parents generally sat at the booths farthest away from the kitchen doors. There were some four letter words that 5 year olds didn't need to pick up on. Overall, it was a simple yet content life. The Little girl spent a lot of time alone but she was capable of taking care of herself. Well, for the necessities anyway.

One day the little girl woke up with a craving for a peanut butter sandwich. She went to the kitchen and found the bread and jar of peanut butter. While constructing her masterpiece, she decided that it needed some jelly. Oh how she'd love some strawberry jelly. She went to the fridge, feeling far too excited for this to be the making of a sandwich. She opened the door. Sadness flooded in. They had no strawberrry jelly. All that was there was a half-eaten jar of Bama grape jelly. That wouldn't make a very happy sandwich. Her mom walked in and she asked what the chances of getting some strawberry jelly were. She was given a talk about wasting food and how they needed every dime to count. Disheartened, the girl started looking for ways to convince her mother to concede and buy a new jar. She thought of the expiration date. It still had a good three weeks left. She then surrendered to the inevitability of eating a plain old peanut butter sandwich. Her father hollered from the front door. Something about being late and including a few colorful slurs he used when in a good mood. Her mom bid her farewell and left for work. The girl say at the kitchen table.

  She bit into the sandwich, but the peanut butter sandwich. The bite sticking to the roof of her mouth only served to remind her how sad this sandwich really was. Alone in the house, she voiced out loud her displeasure and wished there was a way to bring strawberry jelly into her life..

    Just then, there was a knock at the door. Her parents couldn't be back already. She opened the front door (which shouldn't be done for strangers but this town didn't really have any) and questioned the sight before her. There stood a bearded individual with a strange wrapping around his head. His green button up shirt was fancy except for some reason the sleeves were missing. He wore capri pants and flip flops. Like if a soccer mom had her head removed and replaced with a lumberjack head.

    He explained that he had heard her cry for help and handed over a brown paper bag. At this point, anyone would be skeptical at this strange unfolding of events, but he didn't look dangerous. Plus, i mean if he had been, the door was already open and there wouldn't really be any escape.
    So the girl reached in the bag and pulled out a brand new jar of smuckers strawberry jelly. Hew explained that he was the strawberry jelly fairy and that her deep longing had summoned him to get doorstep. She hugged him. He seemed stunned but returned a quick awkward hug. Then he flashed a strange winning smile at her and flew away on strange candy apple colored wings. The girl just stood there for a minute, wondering if that had really just happened. Then she closed the door and returned to the kitchen to add the jelly to her sandwich. That day, the happiest sandwich of all time was created. It went on to live happily ever after. Well. Actually it lived about 93 seconds. That would be the amount of time it took the girl to finish it off. But it lived a purpose filled life and at least the little girl was happy.


© The Moonlight Bard