Sad Selfish Ammie

I am about to tell you a sad, sad story, and although I think it is amusing, it hurts me to tell it.

The Story:
Sad Selfish Ammie

Once upon a time there was a little girl named Ammie. She had a little sister named Mindi, and she could never remember a time without her. Ammie was often nice to Mindi, and they had a lot of fun together. But sometimes Ammie was rather selfish and stingy. She hoarded her toys and books so that often Ammie and Mindi quarreled over whose Barbie doll was whose and which of them was going to get to play with the pretty mommy Barbie doll and which was stuck with the ugly daddy Ken doll, who never had very many outfits to choose from. Ammie and Mindi also liked to read, and they each owned a fine collection of books. One day Ammie picked up her favorite Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle book.
She was excited to read about the crybaby cure, which was one of her favorites, as she liked to imagine someone crying so much they made their house and neighborhood flood. She was severely skeptical that such a thing could happen, but liked to think about it anyway. Because she liked this book so much, she had written her name carefully on the inside of the front cover. She had, unfortunately, misspelled it, because "Ammie" is an unusual spelling and sometimes she forgot, and she wasn't using a pencil with an eraser, so she simply scribbled out her error and penciled in her name, spelled correctly. She also included her phone number should she lose the book and anyone else find it. She was fairly certain she would have this book forever.

But when she opened the cover, she was both shocked and angered. The inside of the cover was covered in inner-book-cover-graffiti . . . in the form of Mindi's name. (Heehee. Such horrid alliteration and foreshadowing!) "And Mindi Sorensen" was written in pink marker just below her own name: a permanent stain! Mindi was vying for joint ownership! Ammie wouldn't stand for this. She had always been a child sensitive to various claims of ownership, such as licking one's plate at the dinner table to assure a coveted plate or even spot, and she struck out Mindi's signature with as many hard, cruel lines as she could, pushing aside the thoughts that this scribbling desecration was of her own book as well as the thoughts that her selfishness would certainly one day destroy her relationship with dear little Mindi, who was, in fact, the bossier of the two, but whom Ammie loved anyway.

Luckily this act of selfishness did not destroy their relationship, but only because years later (last year, in fact) Ammie opened the book again, saw her scribbling over Mindi's writing, remembered this story, and laughed.

Then she decided to mail this book to the angry Mindi Goddess who squashes anyone who crosses her. Ammie hopes mailing this book will uncross her.

Of course, Ammie has another copy of the book now.

The End.