Once Upon a Time

This is NOT FeeFeeFooFoo.
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Once upon a time, there was a little girl who had a stuffed pink and purple poodle.  She cant remember when she got it, but for some reason she thinks she may have gotten it at the Clayville Field Days.  It was hard and not the least bit cuddly, but for some reason that little girl loved that dog.  She named it FeeFeeFooFoo because she couldn't decide if she should name it FeeFee or FooFoo, and decided it really didn't matter.  Wasn't she a grand, special little girl?  Her parents told her that all the time, after all.  So the little girl named that dog FeeFeeFooFoo because she had the right to have it all.  Until that one fateful evening when the little girl got sick and vomited all over her special stuffed friend.

The little girl's Mom, knowing how much that dog meant to her daughter, painstakingly cleaned up the puppy.  She was a miracle worker, and you couldn't see or smell the residue of the little girl's weakness.  That is an awesome Mom!!!!  But, unlike other stories that begin with "Once Upon A Time", there was no happily ever after for FeeFeeFooFoo or that little girl.  You see, the little girl could no longer play with the dog, and after time, the dog was banished to a shelf.  The little girl knew how hard the mom worked at cleaning it, so she didn't dare hurt her mom by throwing the toy away.  BUT, the little girl was grossed out by the fact she vomited.  She saw the illness as a weakness.  She saw the delightful FeeFeeFooFoo standing there, on that shelf, screaming at her and telling all that she was nothing but a regular kid.... and a disgusting puker at that.  After a few years, the little girl, who was now growing into a young woman, was able to throw that stupid mocker into the trash... but she still felt guilty for throwing away her childhood friend that her Mother tried to save.  She mainly felt guilty for coming to hate something she loved so much because it was defiled.  It was defiled by that little girl, and then it seemed the little girl blamed the dog.  But she didn't... she just didn't feel the love for that dog since the dog felt her weakness, first hand.

Through out that little girls life, she repeated that same cycle.  Loving something, making a huge mistake or showing some kind of huge weakness, and then feeling that thing she loved turn on her.  Either it really DID turn on her, or the reminder of the act she did was too much for her to continue loving the item.

And its not just things.  It was people, too.  And activities.  And even TV shows that she felt led her on.

When the little girl hit 45 years old, she realized this in herself.  She realized that each time she was weak, or used, or hurt, a little bit of her died.  Well, not a little bit of HER died, but the parts she allowed to feel were dead.  She became hard and cynical.  She even began to defy God, who was so important in her life, because she realized that once hurt, the part of her that held the love were gone, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make "love" reappear.

So, what of the "Happily Ever After" spoken at then end of the Fairy Tales?  They lead us to believe that there isn't an end to the story, but there is always an end.  Either one or both die, or they get thrown in the trash after a reasonable amount of time.  After being thrown in the trash a few times herself, the little girl (now woman) just stopped getting out of the can.  turned into Oscar the Grouch and now lives on Sesame Street, throwing rocks at Big Bird and stealing Cookie Monsters cookies, yelling foul things at "The Count", like COUNT THIS, LOSER!

The End.