Life Isn't Fair. It's Just Fairer Than

The Tears That Kept Buttercup Company The Remainder Of The Day Were Not At All Like Those That Had Blinded Her Into The Tree Trunk. Those Were Noisy And Hot; They Pulsed. These Were Silent And Steady And All They Did Was Remind Her That She Wasn’t Good Enough. She Was Seventeen, And Every Male She’d Ever Known Had Crumbled At Her Feet And It Meant Nothing. The One Time It Really Mattered, She Wasn’t Good Enough.

You Are Trying To Kidnap What I Have Rightfully Stolen, And I Think It Quite Ungentlemanly.

Who Are You?" "no One Of Consequence." "i Must Know." "get Used To Disappointment.

Anybody That Says Different Is Selling Something.

Liar! Liar!" Shrieked Suddenly From The Now Open Trap Door. Miracle Max Whirled. "back, Witch--" He Commanded. "i'm Not A Witch, I'm Your Wife--" She Was Advancing On Him Now, An Ancient Tiny Fury--"and After What You've Just Done I Don't Think I Want To Be That Any More--