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On Ogre's Day: Ladies First

A story from Marlo Thomas

Did you hear the one about the little girl who was a tender sweet young thing?

Well, that's the way she thought of herself. And this tender sweet young thing spent a great deal of time just looking in the mirror and saying "I am a real little lady, anybody could tell that. I wear lovely starched cotton dresses, with matching ribbons in my lovely curly locks. I wear clean white socks, and shiny black patent leather shoes, and I always put just a dab of perfume behind each ear."

When she was at the end of the lunch line at school, all she had to say was, "Ladies first, ladies first!" and she'd get right up to the front of the line.

Well, her life went on like that for quite a while, and she wound up having a pretty good time. You know, admiring herself in mirrors and always getting to be first in line, and stuff like that.

And then one day, she went exploring with a whole group of other people through the wilds of a deep and beastly jungle. As she went along through the tangled trails and the prickly vines, she would say things like "I have to be careful of my lovely dress and my nice white socks, and my shiny shiny shoes and my curly curly locks. So would somebody please clear the way for me?" And they did.

Or sometimes she'd say "What do you mean, there aren't enough mangos to go around, and I'll have to share my mango because I was the last one across Icky River, full of crocodiles and snakes? No matter how last I am, it's still ladies first, ladies first! So hand over a whole mango, please." And they did.

Well, then, guess what happened? Out of nowhere, the exploring party was seized; grabbed up by a bunch of hungry tigers, and these tigers tie all the people up and drag them back to their tiger lair where they sniffed around, trying to decide who would make the best dinner.

"How 'bout this one?" said the tiger chief.

"Nah, too bony," said the others.

"What about this one? It's got a lot of meat on it!"

"Uh-uh. Meaty, but muscley."

"Oh, for heaven's sake, don't take all night!" said the chief tiger. "I never saw such a pack of picky eaters. How 'bout this one, then? Looks tender... smells nice... in fact, I never saw anything quite like it before. I wonder what it is?"

"I am a tender sweet young thing."

"Oh. Far out," said the tiger chief.

"I am also a little lady. You should know that by my lovely clothes and my lovely smell. And if it's all the same to you, tiger tweety, I wish you'd stop licking me. And untie me this instant. My dress is getting mussed."

"Yes, uh," the tiger said. "Well, as a matter of fact, we were all just uh, trying to decide who to untie first."

"Ladies first! Ladies first!" she said.

And so she was. And mighty tasty, too.

Later today, as part of our celebration, I understand we will be hiding behind rocks, growling at children. Right, Doug?


Blogger WinterWheat said...

Wow. The Grisly Factor of that one is right up there with the Brothers Grimm. :-D

8:36 AM

Blogger Kyahgirl said...

oh wow, great story M.

I'm up for Ogre day. I've been practicing by bathing small children in cold bath water and banning small children from story time.

Growling from behind a rock will be a pleasure. I shall go forth and celebrate all things ogre-ish!!

9:11 AM

Blogger NowSmellThis said...

How cool, M, and I could still remember every word...we used to listen to that all the time. Got to get a copy for my son.

10:02 AM

Anonymous logo said...

under my newest post is a pic of a gift from that tea shop I told you about.

Will go now and growl some more at the Things, just for Doug.

1:24 PM

Blogger Doug said...

Mireille, I'm overwhelmed.

I always get a little misty when it gets to the part about the little girl being eaten. Excuse me...

1:34 PM

Blogger Doug said...

You've made this the best Ogre Day ever. Thank you.


1:35 PM

Blogger actonbell said...

Heh. I'd forgotten about that story--spot on for Ogres Day!

4:30 PM


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