(From: The Sin-Sin in Cinderella Series)
The
globular step-sister arrived at the Ball without her gaunt sibling. They have been warring over a lad who they
both considered the radiance of their universe, the honey in their hive, and
the ping in their pong. And each
intended to Ball before the other so as to snare said gentleman, dear Leanto,
first.
Ignoring
the crier, she wobbled down the elegant stairs and peered anxiously about,
longing to see the one who so captured her heart. This step-sister who was so flesh challenged
that her bellybutton didn't have lint, it had sweaters, believed she had
finally out-maneuvered her rival. She
had locked her thin enough to lack a shadow sister in the outhouse and now big-boned
rotunda would be able to declare her love and prevail, finally love would be
hers, a man would be hers, a life without loneliness would hers! Yea! She
nearly shouted aloud.
And just when victory appeared to
be hers, a familiar voice shattered all aspirations.
"Hi sis," announced the thin
enough to hula hoop using a Cheerio sister.
The sister who caused the all you
can eat buffet to add speed bumps gasped.
"How!"
"Under the door, silly."
"No fair," she said,
knowing her big toe couldn't fit under the door.
"All's fair in love, BBQ, and
Balling!"
"Go find your own bow!"
"I intend to and he's right
there!" The sister who was thin
enough to use chap stick for deodorant rushed across the room, gangly arms and
legs moving like angular sticks as she moved around dancers, jumped over imps
and toads, dodged servers and elbowed Ariel more so cause she felt like it
rather than because she was in the way.
The born with a silver shovel in
her mouth sib gave up running after her sister and instead went into rolling
mode, knocking over dancers, squashing imps and toads, tossing servers and kneeing
Ariel more so cause she felt like rather than because she was in the way. She made it to Leanto at the very instant as
her kin.
Each step-sister grabbed an arm and
tugged.
"He's mine!" declared the
sister able to dodge rain drops.
"No mine!" confirmed the
sister owning her own zip code.
"Tell her!"
"Tell her!"
He looked from one to the other,
startled, uncertain, and also a bit flattered, no one ever fought over the
likes of Leanto.
"m'Dear," said another
lad who looked identical to the one the sisters had trapped.
"Sweetcakes?" said the
sister who could climb Mt. Fuji with one step.
"It is I," declared the
laddy.
The sister who used dental floss as
a bra said, "You're twins?"
"Aye!" the two gents
declared in unison.
"I am Leanto Right," said
Leanto Right.
"And I am Leanto Left,"
said Leanto Left.
"So that must mean," the
sisters said, their tones of speaking as one, "you like
memememememememe!"
Again the Leanto lads spoke in
harmonious accord. "You complete
me," they Jerry McQuired the maidens.
One adding, "I like me ladies robust emphasis on the bust."
"And I prefer them lanky no
emphasis, just lanky."
Both sisters sighed, exchanged
apologetic glances, giggled, hugged and then linked their arms with their
respective beau.
Weeks later the So You Think You're Smarter
Than a Barbie Doll Gazette and Brass Balling Mementos announced the
engagement of the sisters, wedding to be held after the damsels finished their Anger Management 101 and Booby Enlightenment Tech Classes
For the Dum-dum Challeged.
The End
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