And They All Blogged Happily Ever After

Once upon a time . . .


A servant girl in a kingdom far away dreamed of a magic journal. In her journal, she would write of her adventures in strange lands, and with a pinch of her spell-bound pet mouse, the tales would suddenly appear before the eyes of all the people around the world who loved her and prayed for her.

But there was no fairy god-mother in sight, so servant girl visited this humble shop . . .

Where she met N-cell the wizard. 


The great N-cell promised many hours of internet for only 1,000 rupees.


But N-cell's magic turned against the servant girl. Sometimes the internet didn't work at all, always it was too slow, and sometimes it made her computer shut down completely.


Servant girl was just a little bit lazy, so she said,


"Oh well. Ke Garne."


She gave up on her dream, that naughty, butmos girl. She went on adventuring and storing up tales in her heart, but it was hard work to share them so she kept them to herself.


But one day God said to His servant girl,


"You naughty, butmos girl! I put a dream in your heart, and a gift in your hand, and you are too lazy to use them!"


So servant girl began to pray that God would make her strong to face the challenge of mighty Lord Communication the Evil.


Communication was a ferocious giant in the land where servant girl served. He built mighty webs all over the kingdom that looked like this:

If you could pay money to Lord Communication the Evil, and if you were very brave and very diligent, and if you had a smart person to help you, you could untangle a part of Lord Communication's evil web and use the internet it carried to send magic messages around the world.

But servant girl and her friend were pilgrims in a strange land. They needed a friend.

So God sent the Christian brother from downstairs to help servant girl and her friend.

Christian brother and his son knew the ways of Lord Communication the Evil. 

He tried very hard, and after may weeks, God blessed his efforts.

The beautiful internet began to flow . . .

Through this magical connection . . .

Out the window of servant girl's house . . .

Past Lord Communication's mighty men . . .

Through the tangles of the evil web . . .

And out to the wide, wide world.

So servant girl and her friend danced up and down, and said "Hallelujah!" (Which is the same in every language.)

The End.

The moral of the story:

I beg you do not scorn my words, sweet readers, but cherish the tales I send to you. They are travel worn and battle weary.

L.