Sticks and stones may break our bones, but a laugh so shrill kills us. I cry and cry to my momma home. She ask me "why do you cry my dear?" i told her "the puppets they laugh at me. "Puppets?" She ask. So I begin to tell her the tale. "A boy and girl were friends at young since kids they were best friends. The boy he hardly spoke at all and made guessing what he was thinking fun. The boy's father had a whole life pick out for him and sadly they couldn't change it. So instead the duo of a pair had fun til that nearing. At young they were kids playing and laughing having a fit. At youth of beings teens did thee get into mischief and troble. Yet the silent male reframe to talk through and through. So by the end of the graduations did thy have many friends. Soon did the good friend come to congratulations the boy she had grew together with. But in their stead when she approach were fork like structures there; eyes wide with little pupils, smile wide that stretch too long, crooket toothy grins apart. The two creature before her laughs their shrills of laughs. The girl ran home to her momma and cry. She knew it was only a matter of time, but she cry anyway. Her mother pat her head gently said in a hush voice. "Sticks and stones may break our bones, but a laugh so shrill binds us. Sticks and stones may break our bones, but a laugh so shrill it kills us. The time will come my little dear, and we both were aware. The puppets laugh for they know we cannot deny becoming them. After all the puppets laugh shrills are fill with mischief and vemon. Be weary my little doll for even you are a puppeteer...

Ruby: the end and this was all her dream. It was procast on the moon. Scary and terrible those creatures were.. Well bye bye