Werfyola
Once upon a Chris Cringle, there was a fair maiden named Werfyola. Her name is not important though because the story is not about her name. She dwelled in Bermuda. That is not important either. Werfyola loved to walk around the fields seeking out evil missile-headed lizards so she could bite their limbs off. Something very strange happened when she bit off the toe of one of these lizards. It turned into a pebble. She took the pebble home with her. Later that day, she was laying down on her bed when she remembered the peculiar little stone that was formerly a lizard’s toe that was stuffed away in the pocket of her purple trousers. She retrieved this little stone and gazed into it while she was laying down, moving it back and forth while she was examining it. She saw a weird pattern that seemed as though it was moving around on the surface of the rock. This startled her and she dropped it. The pebble fell right through her face and out the back of her head. She instinctively started screaming before she realized that it didn’t hurt or bleed. She went and looked at the hole in the mirror. It was no bigger around than the size of a pea. You could see the light shining through the hole from her bathroom light. Just then, a bronze teapot managed to squeeze itself out of the little hole in her head. The teapot said, “You must eat soup young lady.” The girl told the teapot that she was nuts because she was old and has gray hair. Don’t make fun of salt cedars.