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        You, “Blue” It If This Story Is Not, “Red”

   Once upon a time in a huge metropolis called Danville, Va., there lived a young girl who answered to the name of Cara. Actually, half the girls in that town answered to that name, the other half wouldn’t answer. She was a rather unusual young lassie who had more trouble than any other kids in her school. It was really difficult to find her niche in life since she’d had so many failures. Yet her parents and teacher told her, “It’s alright to make a mistake if you learn from it and not repeat it.” Yet that’s when Cara thought, “Gee! If that’s the case, I’m the smartest person in history!” Yet, her intentions were always the best, which would have been cool, except that, like the old saying says, “The road to, ‘Hadese’ is paved with good intentions.”  Yet her thing was, “if at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.” Some people would say, “That’s a good motto.” Yet when she would ask, “what’s a motto?” they replied with, “why, nothing! What’s a, ‘motto’ with you” That poor, little girl just couldn’t seem to do anything right no how hard she’d try to succeed, but sometimes that would lead to her getting, “left” “behind,” usually turned out not being the, “right” thing to do in order for her to keep up with all the other kids in her class and not get, “left” behind from all of them. The worst part about that was even her parents, who should have been the main people on her cheering-committee, had theri high hopes for her dashed when they found out that she failed at just about everything she would attempt to do in life. The worst part about it was that she didn’t even seem to mind being the worst at everything she tried to do in school, the Brownies, at Church, in her neighborhood, with all the people she thought were her friends, turned out to be just, “fair-weather friends” since when the chips were down, none of them would even attempt to get along with her. That’s because she had such a difficult time getting along with all people, no matter where they were in her life. Although it seemed that she was just one of those who were just destined for failure. Even her name was made fun of by the other children who were in her school. That lead to a mighty sad, and difficult kind of lifestyle for that poor, young girl. That led to a really sad life.

   Then one day while she was feeling sorry for herself, having a private, “Pity-Party,” she heard a strange sound coming from outside of her window. Upon walking over to investigate what was making that weird noise, she saw a funny-looking little thing like she’d never seen or heard of approaching her house. As she ran to hide behind her refrigerator, there appeared something that resembled a little, teeny, flying thing floating over towards her. That made her run to hide underneath her bed, hoping the strange, floating light would not be able to see her there. Yet the weird-looking thing floated over towards where she was attempting to hide and stopped about 5 feet away. Then the little door on the side of the small flying-machine opened, revealing what appeared to be a tiny person inside. She floated out and headed over to where Cara towered her bed, trying to make herself be as little as possible, not to be seen by the thing.

   All of a sudden, the thing took the shape of what resembled a really small person with wings and glowing a bright color pink, which was Cara’s favorite color. That eased her fear a little bit.

Then she smiled at her which made her feel a little more relaxed. At least if the thing was going to harm her, she would be harmed by a thing that was was pretty and quite weird. That’s because it was so pretty weird. She opened her mouth to speak, but words came out of her mouth, only small squeaks because she was so quite apprehensive about that odd, little person.

   Cara was still apprehensive about the cute-winged-angelic creature. Then the thing spoke to her saying, “Hay Cara,” she said in a rather southing type of voice, “don’t be afraid. I mean you no harm. I’m here to improve the living conditions that you have now. My name is Angella, but you can Just Call Me Angel Of The Morning, Baby.’ Hee! Hee! Hee! Hee! That was a goody!”

   Cara, who knew the song, chuckled a little bit. At least her new acquaintance had a snake of humor. That increased her trust in the little angelic flying creature. Then she stuttered, “Hhhay.! Hhhow do you know my nnname? What is it yyyou want with mmme anyway?” feeling better.

   “I’m your guardian angel,” the pixie continued after she figured no more intelligent words would come out of Cara’s mouth. Then she glowed a bright, blinking pink color, Cara’s favorite.

   “Oh yeah?” said Cara a few seconds later after it had registered whet the little flying-creature had said, “well, if you’re my guardian angel, then let’s see you, ‘guard’ me, since that’s your job.”

  “Hmmm,” said the pixie, “you’re another doubter, huh? Well, how about granting you a wish?”

  “Seeing’s believing in my opinion,” replied Cara, “I just moved here from Missouri so I need you to, ‘Show Me’ that you can do it. I’ll before you really are what you claim to be, and not before. You can start by making me a huge castle of my own. That will help my non belief, Ms., ‘Pick It.”

  “That’s pixie,” the little creature frowned, “so wish for something you really do need right now.”

  “Well, uh,” said Cara with a frown, “I wish you could make me a million dollars.” She decided to start off with a big wish because she still didn’t believe the pixie was who she claimed to be.

   “Yeah, yeah,” replied the pixie in an irritated tone of voice, “that’s what most people wish for first.” She shook her head, raised her hands high like she knew what would happen next, then brought them down, but when she did that, Cara instantly turned into a stack of huge dollar bills.

   “There,” the pixie sneered, “at least I don’t have to worry about that pest any more!” Then she flew away, relieved that she had fulfilled her job, and gotten rid of a pest at the same time. A smile went across her face, but as she thought about it, she worried about how to tell the chief Pixyors, who were over all the other pixies. “Naa,” she said out loud, “I couldn’t do that to the little nimrod,” so she raised her hands again, but brought them down quickly. Suddenly, there was Cara right there in front of her with a huge scowl on her face. That caused the pixie to smile. “Just kidding!” she said, even though she was the only one who saw any humor in it.

   “Very funny!” sneered Cara who wasn’t at all amused by what the pixie did, “There are hundreds of comedians who are out of work and I have to get stuck with one who does magic!”

   “Oh, I’m sorry,” the pixie said, but she didn’t mean it, “I’ve been doing this job for a whole millennium and nobody has ever insulted me that badly! Let’s get along! Besides that, don’t you forget you’ve still got some more wishes left. Don’t make them without thinking about them!”

   Cora, who’d never been turned into anything before, said, “Yeah, well, I’m sorry I upset you!”

   Then the pixie said, “Well, I’m sorry,” (after a pause), “you upset me too!” Then it took several seconds, but eventually they both laughed. “One of my jobs besides granting people wishes is to clean up around home. That’s another reason they call me a, ‘picks’ ey, because that’s what I must do, I’m the one who, ‘picks’ up all the junk that the others goof up.” She looked at 

By, Cuz Roye, who has red-hair and blue eyes and my favorite color is, (get this), purple. That’s the color of Royalty, and in French it means King, it’s where Royal derived from.  

Please call me sometime, or call me “Cuz.” Give me a ring when you can, but I’m not proposing, just make my phone play that pretty one-note melody which would be music-to-my-ears, that means, “ears of, ‘korn.’ “Praise the Lord for the great inventor, Alexander Graham Bellskee, who was the first telephone, “Pole.” Keep in mind the best ways to spread news across the world are by telephone, telegraph and, “tell-a-woman.” By, Cuz Roye, ….1-434-228-7572.