Monday, August 25, 2014
Thou cannot knoweth the trepidation I feel at being in these shadow-filled halls again . . . Tis strange really, for what have I to fear?
Oh. Right. Cavities.
Thou must ignore my overuse of periods in the last paragraph . . . My capricious American nature must have clouded the pure dialect that flows from the likes of Shakespeare. But I have again heard the words that bring joy to my heart and qualms the fears of my soul . . . "No cavities!"
Now all that is left is to escape this shadow-filled place . . . how I crave the warmth of the sun on my skin . . . the freedom to lose myself in the vibrant pull of summer . . . away from fear and shadow (and painful teeth scraping).
So, my dearest comrades of the no cavities club, hold fast! Hope is not lost--it has sprung up anew! Let us raise our voices together, "to no cavities!"