One day I was walking along
I saw you standing there
Then I knew my life was changed
If only you had cared

I want your heart to be mine
For I’m already yours
I want our lives to be one
Would you open up your doors?

Open up, open up
Please let me in
If only you could love me
Your heart I’d like to win

One day, after I gave up,
You saw me standing there
Then you fell completely
But I no longer cared

Chapter 1

I thought I had escaped
from chains of lies made by gossiping tongues
I was having fun, till I saw in your eye
what you were going to say later on about me
I swear it isn't true
but people hear what they want to
At least I won't be there
to be met with awkward stares
Where they once held open arms, will there be only polite hellos?
Or perhaps a wounding whisper, meant for me
slicing deep,
wounding whispers meant for me.

The Piglet and Please walked hand in hoof,
and the little blue shawl dragged the ground
as the two went Adventuring, when suddenly, 'Poof!'
the shawl had at last been unwound.

The Piglet, in tears, said it was just as he feared,
the one thing he so loved was now gone,
and Please felt sad for his new friend so dear,
and so he composed him a song.

But the Piglet still wept his little wet tears,
and Please didn't know what to do
so he picked up the string and told the Piglet, "No fear,
for I know how to knit, 'tis true."

They all gathered round as the Pickler cried,
"Come! Look upon these new lands!"
and then they all dashed like mad down the side
of the hill, wildly waving their hands.

The pumkin they left, to mark the last place
where they had left all of their things
except for the nets (the Politician made a face,
for he hated to chase bugs with wings.)

"Make her be quiet.” She says, her voice irritated. A guard pulls a strip of cloth from his pocket and strides towards the lady.

Chapter Three
Horrible Places

"I am locked away."

"Today we're here gathered," the Pickler said,
beginning his speech with an air
of deepest solemnity, and bowing his head,
he continued, "And on this day fair..."

But his words were cut short by a rumbling sound,
and the Pickler went red in the face,
and the thing that came up the hill would astound
every one in the whole human race!

A pumpkin so big, and round as the moon
and orange as the set of the sun
and behind it a man, who looked like he would soon
drop dead as if shot by a gun.

The cafe is empty. Or nearly so. For all ten tables, there are only two men and a woman. The younger man of the two, dressed in a pinstripe suit, grey slacks, and leather shoes, is certainly here on business. A book rests on the table in front of him, cracked open about two hundred pages in. He appears distracted, agitated, a little nervous. Once he took out his phone and made a call. The voice on the other line, faint and obscured, was that of a woman. A girlfriend? His wife? A boss?

The cafe is empty. Or nearly so. For all ten tables, there are only two men and a woman. The younger man of the two, dressed in a pinstripe suit, grey slacks, and leather shoes, is certainly here on business. A book rests on the table in front of him, cracked open about two hundred pages in. He appears distracted, agitated, a little nervous. Once he took out his phone and made a call. The voice on the other line, faint and obscured, was that of a woman. A girlfriend? His wife? A boss?