[JaneYoung]

A Fairy Tale of Sorts

In a state of utter confusion, Rich consulted the Mirror on the Wall:

Rich:

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
who's the coolest of them all?

and the Mirror answered:

Mirror:

Can you r-e-a-d?
Can you s-p-e-l-l?

Rich began to whine -

Rich:

But I'm in tie-dye like WildStang
I'm competing with the big dogs
I'm handsome like...

and the Mirror said -

Mirror:

Can you r-e-a-d?
Can you s-p-e-l-l?
Do you see the sign that says,
'No whining'?

And Rich began to Dork
- laughing
- dancing
- singing
- pulling all the tools, nuts, bolts, odds, ends, metal shards, out of his pockets and flinging them at the Magic Mirror (who fashioned them into a mini metal Dork)

Rich:

Ok, I admit it, I'm a Dork
I LIVE for FIRST
I BREATHE FIRST
I AM FIRST
BE the FIRST, surrender to the power of FIRST...

and, as the Senior Mentors gathered round to help their literate and profuse comrade,
The Mirror on the Wall, feeling highly successful, sighed the sigh of relief and said -

Mirror:

Another FIRSTer comes to grips with their inner Dork.
Life is good.

And Rich lived happily ever after, re-signed to his Dorkiness.
The End