Once upon a time, a teeny tiny woman lived in a teeny tiny house with a teeny tiny cat and her dainty darling daughter who had a dainty darling dog.. The four of them loved their teeny tiny house, which was a teeny tiny walk from a teeny tiny town
One day, the teeny tiny woman put on her best teeny tiny dress and teeny tiny shoes and told her teeny tiny cat and dainty darling daughter with her dainty darling dog that they were going to the teeny tiny town to do some teeny tiny shopping.
They stopped at the teeny tiny grocery and the teeny tiny butcher shop and walked over to the teeny tiny lumberyard where the dainty darling daughter had a dainty darling chat with some strong stalwart men while her teeny tiny mother picked out some teeny tiny nails to fix the teeny tiny roof of the teeny tiny house.
On the way home, the four of them passed a teeny tiny graveyard, where the dainty darling daughter cried, “Oh, look! Look!”
A teeny tiny bony hand wearing a teeny tiny gold ring and a teeny tiny silver bracelet was lying atop a teeny tiny grave. The teeny tiny woman warned her dainty darling daughter, “Better not go near it. I have some teeny tiny experience with such things.” And so they went home to the teeny tiny house and had their teeny tiny supper. And after they had sat around a teeny tiny fire crocheting teeny tiny tea towels, everyone went off to their teeny tiny beds, the teeny tiny cat in the teeny tiny bedroom of the teeny tiny mother and the dainty darling dog in the dainty darling bedroom of the dainty darling daughter.
But the dainty darling daughter could not sleep under her dainty darling bedspread, for worrying about that teeny tiny gold ring and that teeny tiny silver bracelet, which would look so much nicer on a living dainty darling person. “And they’re just sitting outside,” thought the dainty darling daughter, “Where a bad person might come and STEAL them.”
So finally she pushed back her dainty darling bedspread and got out of her dainty darling bed. And putting her dainty darling coat over her dainty darling nightgown and slipping into her dainty darling slippers, she took a teeny tiny walk in the moonlight to the teeny tiny graveyard. She was very careful to leave the teeny tiny hand where it was, as she had heard her teeny tiny mother’s story about what had happened before, and the whole story sent dainty darling shivers up her dainty darling spine.
After admiring the teeny tiny gold ring on her dainty darling finger and the teeny tiny silver bracelet on her dainty darling wrist, the dainty darling daughter walked back to the teeny tiny house, eased open the teeny tiny door, and hurried back to her dainty darling bedroom. Soon she was asleep in her dainty darling bed, beneath the dainty darling bedspread.
But not long after she closed her dainty darling eyes and started to snore dainty darling snores, she heard a voice in her bedroom say “Give me back my bone.”
The dainty darling daughter snuggled deeper among the dainty darling bedspread and put the dainty darling pillow over her dainty darling head.
And the voice, louder now, called, “Give me back my bone!”
The dainty darling daughter reached up to pull the dainty darling pillow tighter around her dainty darling ears. “I haven’t got your old bone,” she grumbled.
The voice was quite loud now, and rather rude. “Give me back my bone!”
The dainty darling daughter threw the dainty darling pillow on the dainty darling floor and sat up. As she did so, she noticed her dainty darling dog was chewing on something. “Oh, dear me,” said the dainty darling daughter. She hadn’t even noticed that the dainty darling dog had followed her to the teeny tiny graveyard. She snatched the teeny tine bone from the dainty darling jaws and hurried to the teeny tiny door of the teeny tiny house.
“Here!” she shouted. “Take it!” And she ran back to her dainty darling bed and pulled up the dainty darling bedspread, first retrieving the dainty darling pillow from the dainty darling floor.
But she had hardly closed her dainty darling eyes when that nasty bossy voice called, “Bring me back my ring.”
“I should have known you’d be back,” muttered the dainty darling daughter, wriggling her dainty darling toes in annoyance.
“Bring me back my ring!” ordered the voice, louder now.
The dainty darling daughter sat up. “Can’t you just take it, the way you did your finger or whatever? It’s awfully late.”
“Bring me back my ring!” shouted the voice.
With a dainty darling sigh, the dainty darling daughter put her dainty darling coat on over her dainty darling nightgown, and shuffled down the teeny tiny road in her dainty darling slippers to the teeny tiny graveyard. She threw the teeny tiny ring down on the teeny tiny grave.
“There!” she said, and turned to go.
That nasty bossy voice called from the teeny tiny grave. “Give me back my bracelet.”
The dainty darling daughter had in fact left the teeny tiny bracelet behind in the dainty darling bedroom in the teeny tiny house, hoping the nasty bossy voice would forget about it. She stamped one dainty darling foot and cried, “Take it! Take anything you want, but just stop shouting!”
And that is how the dainty darling daughter found herself in the teeny tiny graveyard on a warm moonlit night, without her dainty darling slippers, without her dainty darling coat, and without her dainty darling nightgown, just as barefoot all over as the dainty darling day she was born.
Anyway, that’s the story she told her teeny tiny mother when she got back to the teeny tiny house at a teeny tiny hour of the morning.
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