There once were two lovely young girls, sisters in fact, who lived in a spacious abode that seemed, too often, to close in around them. They were two of four daughters, not the golden-brown edge ones, but the soft, fair-haired, middlest sisters, mixed and squeezed together so much that they couldn’t get along. In fact, they bickered constantly.
They bickered near, they bickered far
They argued things trivial, humdrum, and bizarre.
“I’m sick of your manners,” one would often yell.
“I don’t like your meddling or dubious smell”
The other undaunted, her resentments would list
And sometimes erupt in a tirade of fists
Finally the lady of the manor (the loveliest, fairest maiden in the land) had had quite enough. She threatened, cajoled, and punished the two sisters. In frustration, she assigned them chores in the hopes of building teamwork. The clever mother’s schemes worked…but only for a season…
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