MARY SCARY
by
Michelle de Villiers
SMASHWORDS EDITION
Copyright (c) 2010 by Michelle de Villiers
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Oh, for the smell of freesias on a bright white moonlit night!
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MARY SCARY
Mary Scary was a wunderkind. Mary Scary wanted way too much. She had a list of needs and must-have’s and such.
She wanted to swim like a fish. So, she did: she swam all day and all night. She swam the Seven Seas. She swam at least a thousand leagues.
Until she grew gills that glowed in the dark.
One day she just belly’d up. White and wan she lay on her bed. Her scales paled and she sat up.
And all the other girls wrinkled their noses and wriggled their toeses and said: Something is rotten in the state of Denmark!
Mary wanted a pet. She wanted a dog, a horse, a rat. A hamster, a rabbit, a calico cat. A stripy garter snake, a goldfish, a parrot that would speak, a flying pig that didn’t reek.
And when she was buried under poop, hoof clippings, straw, crickets and sunflower goop, she passed out in the chicken coop. The cat ate most of the menagerie and the rest skedaddled.
Mary liked chocolate. She liked coffee. She liked runny cheeses and bottles of fine wine. She liked fudge and toasty hot-cross buns. She liked scones with clotted cream; melted butter made her scream (with pleasure). Not to mention crêpes that swam in syrupy sauce (with a touch of orange, of course)
She ate and drank and ate and drank- until she rattled and burped and swelled.
Until she lost herself in her folds of fat…
Until she burst (How about that)
But…
She was still a greedy-gut.
When she had gathered herself; collected all her little bits and pieces together; Mary decided to be healthy AND wealthy.
She dug a mineshaft for gold and diamonds. (Digging is good for the biceps)
She entered a lottery and struck it rich. (Striking is good for the triceps)
She dove for pearls, designed a mortal weapon and robbed banks
And little old ladies
Until she had piles
and piles
and piles
of money-
Riches that flowed like golden, organic honey.
But was it enough?
No.
She wanted more than a lot!
So, the mythical, magical dragon-phoenix money-god lost his temper: angrier and angrier he got, and incinerated her on the spot!
But out of the ashes she rose, all to show for her ordeal a slightly red nose. Was she satisfied? Was she scared? Was she smug? No, now she wanted to be famous!
She friended a million buddies; she hosted a truly heinous talk show;
She gave away all her riches – in one go.
She married ten times; acted in a hundred movies; adopted a full house of babies.
She wrote a zillion words; painted a million pictures; launched a thousand ships.
She solved the mystery of time travel, and walked in space- wearing only hand-knotted lace.
And then!
She said: shuck-it;
And put her wish list in the trash bucket.
She put a silky white sheet on her bed,
And went to live on a tall mountain instead.
Next to the deep blue sea. (Which was luckily still there)
She took:
One 2B pencil,
One blank book
And
One lemon tree
And lived happily ever after.
The End
About the author: Michelle loves painting, children and writing. She has two hounds, three cats and three children. Connect with her online at www.MichelledeVilliersArt.com or email her at geitjieid@gmail.com.