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Nov. 8th, 2003 11:02 amStart at the very beginning.
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Didn't spend fifteen minutes on this- ten at the most. What can I say? I haven't slept. =)
The word is Happy.
Happy was grumpy.
Grumpy was also grumpy; was, in fact, well known for it. Should he ever smile, he would naturally garner comments, and since comment on his behaviour always served to make him grumpy, it worked well all round.
Happy, however, found it wearing to be happy twenty four hours in every day. And it was twenty four hours. The slightest whimper as he slept and he would be poked awake, asked why his dreams weren’t happy.
“Aren’t you Happy?” his brothers would cry, overcome by their feeble wit. Even Grumpy would allow himself to smirk.
Happy grimaced at them all, cheek muscles in rictus, and they would smile back. He was Happy.
His dreams were full of death, now. Of the woodsman’s axe, or the beasts of the forest, or the Wicked Witch. Of his brothers, running, frightened. Of himself, standing by, Happy.
He smiled in his sleep.
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Didn't spend fifteen minutes on this- ten at the most. What can I say? I haven't slept. =)
The word is Happy.
Happy was grumpy.
Grumpy was also grumpy; was, in fact, well known for it. Should he ever smile, he would naturally garner comments, and since comment on his behaviour always served to make him grumpy, it worked well all round.
Happy, however, found it wearing to be happy twenty four hours in every day. And it was twenty four hours. The slightest whimper as he slept and he would be poked awake, asked why his dreams weren’t happy.
“Aren’t you Happy?” his brothers would cry, overcome by their feeble wit. Even Grumpy would allow himself to smirk.
Happy grimaced at them all, cheek muscles in rictus, and they would smile back. He was Happy.
His dreams were full of death, now. Of the woodsman’s axe, or the beasts of the forest, or the Wicked Witch. Of his brothers, running, frightened. Of himself, standing by, Happy.
He smiled in his sleep.