children play with fireworks.
and yet you wont let me tell them a story? fireworks are like stories. they shine bright. they sparkle. they cause your eyes to sparkle. and a smile to appear. but also like fireworks, stories can be dangerous in the wrong hands. causing lasting scarring. and the wreckage of confidence.
so let me take them. and you. through the world of pretty lights and colours. and leave the baddies to their evil smutty stories somewhere else.

i am the story princess.
i live in your imagination and dreams.

you can request a bedtime story...
piggygoff@hotmail.com
or if you like. you can read beautiful verse...
www.poetry.com

requests are always guaranteed a reply. albeit a negative one.
remember to clap your hands and whisper "i do believe in stories, i do believe in stories, i do believe in stories". otherwise they may dissapear forever.