sweetness...

Once upon a time...there was a sweet little girl who liked sweets. You might be thinking, what little girl doesn't like sweets, but this girl was obsessed with sweets. So when she grew up and reached the age that she could do whatever she wanted, she ate sweets all the time. She had sweets for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. She sang songs about sweets. She dreamt about sweets. She baked her own sweets, and of course she had her favorite sweet shops which she visited as often as she was able. One day, something changed inside of our sweet girl. It was a funny thing that is hard to explain. She started to get greedy about those sweets, and when she couldn't have them, she became angry. She wasn't as sweet as she once was and she wasn't as thankful as she once was. At first she wished to deny the change that she felt, but by and by the beast within could be contained no longer. She started to growl, and people didn't like it. As time went on, she noticed that growling could be very tiresome and that being friendless was very lonesome indeed. She tried to comfort herself with sweets. It's not too surprising that her anger began to fade and she became quite happy because of the sweets, but it was only temporary. The happiness didn't last, and she began to cry. The sad thing about this story is that there was no one to comfort the once sweet little girl, because she had scared everyone away. So, when she was all out of tears, she had to figure out what to do all by herself. She thought for a long time about how to stop the growling, because she was a smart girl, and she new that if she stopped growling, people would like her again. She had the idea that all of this came from liking sweets too much, but she was not sure what to do about it. She started to wish that she didn't like sweets so much, and as a result, all the shiny frostings and rich dark brown chocolates and beautifully colored candies started to lose their luster. As she thought of them, she let out a little growl. Then she began to think of her friends and her family and they all seemed rich and shiny and beautiful. And you know what? She wanted to sing songs about them. She wanted to go to sleep and dream about them. So that's what she did. When she woke up, she was a sweet little girl in a nice warm bed, and her mom was in the kitchen making breakfast. All the wonderful smells of real food filled her room and she was thankful. The End