the thing wish i canded sei is thee ane tt has too bie seied. the dream...the little child sitting on a plastic chair cms high. infront laid a paper on a plastic table cms high. the paper---- math it said solemnly with bold printed words. "well," she told herself sadly. then what can i say now? caring and kind? nag and whack? pat and hug? "most caring, ain't tt why?" the little doll with black curls prompted. "always nagging," the little child chided her small ding dong bell. "not caring not kind but prettiest...cutest at the very least," the little child explained with a innocent smile. the little child went up to her teenage doll standing upon the table where the paper laid. she took the doll by the hand and asked, " caring and kind? are you?!" she persuaded an answer so meek. "no, unfortuanately..."the doll's nice voice trailed off. the little flute with tunes to play replied, "this doll infront of you ain't caring ain't kinder...she's sSaAdDiIsStTiIcC." "huh?" asked the little child. " SADISTIC" the silver flute so brightly replied."as if it was a gd thing," the teenage doll replied.the little child was retarded.
a chirp from a bird means nothing more than a thought
