BARBARA'S WIKKO

"Excuse me, Madame - where are you going?" You had rushed off, and I did not have the chance to speak to you. You were in a hurry, though. Your hands were in the air. "Miss...are you a butterfly?" I could tell because you wore the colors. When I heard you smile, I thought I knew what you'd been up to, but I guess I didn't. "Where are you going now? I want to know." I wanted to know. I never did realize why you left me on the swing set. I was left alone. But, I guess you had your matters to attend to. I never did see you again. "How are you now?" I wondered. I'd wonder just once more...where did you run to?

DON JUAN

There we were in the ocean, before our shipwreck. It was me and thirty others. We had not eaten for days, and I had my dog that my father gave me before he passed away. Having not eaten for days, I no longer had my dog. I knew my neighbor who was there too. I didn't know him anymore either. There was a Turk. He liked to handle little girls. He was there too. And, the priest liked his son...or me. The Turk was there too. Mädchenfresser! (and -handler).

I was the only one left. I was on the beach. A girl took me up and left me in a cave. Her father didn't like me anyways (nor even Zoe). She dressed me up like a Turk too. But, I did not get the girl, or Zoe.

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