itsy bitsy spider
"To say that aspiring young writer Ned Walters was having a rather difficult time would be a... um... stupendous understatement, yes! A stupendous understatement indeed!" narrated Ned, as he made his way through the wet and winding cobblestone-lined streets. Despite his only passion for writing, Ned wasn't great with words. He knew that. "I mean really!" he exasperated, "how could Ned lose a job as easy as stuffing fortune cookies! Why can't he just learn to let the words be? That was his only chance at a job and he blew it!" The pouring rain and the fleeting headlights of an automobile pierced the dense black smog. Though his vision was clouded, Ned knew exactly where he was going. "And what a laughing stock he made of himself in front of Dorothy of all people, dropping that bucket and slipping on all the old fortune cookie papers! Those fortune cookies were no help there now, huh Ned?" He went into dark, hazardous places. As d...