Three Bears Revistited: A Really Short Story by Jaime
Her golden locks fell to her shoulders and then to the floor as her short-legged, half-brother Cecil sawed fiercely at her head with a putty knife.
“Gee, Cees, ” she wheezed hoarsely while as she admired her jagged stubble in the back of a silver spoon. “There just gots-ta-be a better way to stuff carnival teddy bears.”
The end.
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