I picked up a tissue from the floor this morning and it made me laugh. It reminded me of Hansel and Gretel.
If you remember the fairy tale, Hansel and Gretel were the children of a poor woodsman and his wife (obviously, their stepmother). The wife decided that unless they got rid of the children, they would all starve, so they planned to take the children into the forest and abandon them.
Hansel overheard them and so he gathered pebbles during the night and put them in his pocket so that he could drop them one at a time on their way into the forest, to leave a trail. Sure enough, the woodsman and his wife took the children deep into the forest, built them a fire, and told them to sleep and rest. They made up some stupid-ass story about where they were going - to cut down wood or something - and left the children in the forest.
When Hansel and Gretel awoke, they followed the pebbles (which shined in the moonlight) back to the cottage. The story of course goes on and gets worse... not a great welcome home. The same scenario repeated the next night - breadcrumbs dropped instead of pebbles, birds ate them - not so good. Anyway...
If you're looking for me, just follow the trail of tissues. I'll be at the end of it.
If you remember the fairy tale, Hansel and Gretel were the children of a poor woodsman and his wife (obviously, their stepmother). The wife decided that unless they got rid of the children, they would all starve, so they planned to take the children into the forest and abandon them.
Hansel overheard them and so he gathered pebbles during the night and put them in his pocket so that he could drop them one at a time on their way into the forest, to leave a trail. Sure enough, the woodsman and his wife took the children deep into the forest, built them a fire, and told them to sleep and rest. They made up some stupid-ass story about where they were going - to cut down wood or something - and left the children in the forest.
When Hansel and Gretel awoke, they followed the pebbles (which shined in the moonlight) back to the cottage. The story of course goes on and gets worse... not a great welcome home. The same scenario repeated the next night - breadcrumbs dropped instead of pebbles, birds ate them - not so good. Anyway...
If you're looking for me, just follow the trail of tissues. I'll be at the end of it.
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