"Mommy mommy look! Its so pretty!" cried the little girl as she pranced around on the lawn, oblivious to the events of the day.

"Wheeeeeeeeeee!"she yelled at the top of the lungs, her cheerful demeanor a stark contrast to the dour and stern faces of the other village folk.

Suddenly, her gaze sat upon an object, and she thought immediately to herself of how shiny and lovely it was.

OO! Mommy mommy! Can I have that sharp stick pwetty pwease, I promise I won't hide it under the bed this time. You will give it to me right, mommy? *pouts*

Vote: Death is yonder