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HELLO! My name is CHICKIE! I get to tell the first Caturday story for StoryADay May.

Chickie’s Tale

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess named Chickie who was as good as she was beautiful.

Princess Chickie had a fat sister and a brother who must have been dropped on his head when he was a kitten, because he was always doing stupid stuff.

Adi: There’s nothing wrong with being ample, meanie!

Tipper: Hey!

One night, their #4 Hooman Sister came to visit after the Friday farmer’s market, and put her bag of garden plantlings on the floor. One of the plantlings was lemongrass.

Now, they say catnip is a hell of a drug, but lemongrass smells a million billion times better.

So what do you think Tipper did?

He stuck his stupid head through one handle of the bag to sniff the lemongrass.

His beautiful sister, Princess Chickie, said, “I’ve done something like that before. You saw what happened. And yet, here we are.”

Tipper told Chickie I mean Princess Chickie to mind her own business and stay away from his sniffs before she hogged them all up.

Just then, a powerful fairy flew in and said, “Tipper! Get your head out of that bag before you—”

The fairy stopped talking because Tipper, knowing he was doing A Bad Thing, ran away.

The bag came with him, because his head was still stuck through one of the handles. One of the plantlings tumped out of the bag, scattering dirt everywhere. Tipper jumped onto the powerful fairy’s throne, frozen in terror.

The fairy flew slowly over to Tipper and said, “It’s all right. Just stay there. It’s all right.”

Tipper almost jumped down, even though the handle was now twisted around his throat.

The fairy grabbed him and slipped the handle off his head and, instead of thanking her, he ran away and hid.

#4 Hooman Sister said, “I forgot about cats and lemongrass. I should have put this in the bestibugle vestibule. I’ll do that right now. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

The powerful fairy just magicked away the mess with a broom and dustpan and she and #4 Hooman Sister went back to painting their fingernails.

The next time they looked, Tipper was lounging on his window seat as if nothing had happened.

He name ought to be Lord Dropped On His Head When He Was A Kitten.

Tipper: Hey!

MY PROMPT FOR TODAY: A true story

CA