I wrote this in Western Lit. class yesterday during a discussion about love (I'm glad that attentiveness is not being graded):
A wolf in boy's clothes held my hand and I let him touch my cheek. I took advantage of a senilic Queen and led her on a trail of crumbs. A pest blurred my vision and I smacked it away. A Cheshire salesman made me believe in his slight-of-heart. I crushed a Jewish mother's faith in her beloved. A gentle soul made me believe in love, and together we watched it fade into the past. Just after future's seed was implanted in my mind.
It's not great, but it's a decent summary of my past experiences. God knows what will come next...