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The Grinch That Stole the Blogs…
Every shelfer in Shelfville liked blogging a lot...But Vanda52, who lived just north of Shelfville, Did not!
Vanda hated blogging! Just like something he pees on!Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.It could be his head wasn't screwed on just right.It could be, perhaps, that his clogs are too tight.But I think that the most likely reason of all,May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
But, whatever the reason, his heart or his cloggersHe stood there on Christmas Eve hating those bloggers.Staring at the screen with a sour Vanda frownAt the warm lighted fonts with their verbs and their nouns.All the Shelfers knew, in fact, often they heard," You'll all grow tired of the blogs, just mark my word!"
"They're posting their musings," he snarled with a sneer" They've been posting so long, the end must be near!"Then he growled, while on his newspapers peeing," I must find some way to stop the blogs from being!"For tomorrow he knew, all the Shelf guys and galsWould wake bright and early, and read everyones but Kal's.
And then! Oh, the clicks! The click! Click! Click!That's one thing he hated! The click! Click! Click!
Then the Shelfers, young and old, would sit down to typeAnd they'd type! And they'd type!And they'd TYPE!TYPE!TYPE!TYPE!
They would type about their families, or coupons from YeastWhich was something that Vanda couldn't stand in the least.
And then they'd do something, he liked least of allEvery Shelfer in Shelfville, the tall and the small.They would log in together, go to the "What's New" pageAnd check on all the comments that had just been made.
They'd read! And they'd read!And they'd read! READ! READ! READ!And the more Vanda thought of what TreeSquish had startedThe more Vanda thought, "These fools and their words will soon be parted!"" Why for a few months I've put up with it now!"I must stop it from continuing!"BUT HOW?"
Then he got an idea!An awful idea!Vanda got a wonderful, awful idea!
"I know just what to do!" Vanda laughed in his throatAnd he made a fake screen name, and sat down to gloat.And he chuckled and clucked, "What a great Vanda wish“ With this new name and font, I look just like TreeSquish!"
All I need is a helper.And Vanda looked around.An accomplice this evil...were there none to be found?Did that stop old Vanda?" No," Vanda simply said." I can get a helper, I know just the fag."So he IM'd his buddy, "Hey, wanna help with a gag?"And before he knew it, his accomplice was Nag.
ThenThey went to the websiteThey began reading the lettahsThey were signed on as TreeSquishAnd Nag became Bedda.
Then Vanda said, "Let's go!"And they scrolled on downToward the spots where the ShelfersWould all go to write their verbs and their nouns.
All the Shelfers were busy, didn't notice Vanda and NagThey were too busy posting, to notice the lag.When he came to the first blog, it was Emma, the hag." This is delete number One!" Old Vanda did hissThen moved his cursor down, not one did he miss.He slid down the titles. There must be twenty-three.But, if Tree could do it, then so could he!He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.But moved right on to the next one that’s new.All of these blogs, all aligned in a row.But, Jim's World of Fun, was the next one to go!
He scrolled and he scrolled, with a smile most unpleasantThen deleted their archives, from the past to the present.Cookie recipes, work stories, Jilly's underwearCyber's big move, Nick's Literati, and Verb's great big hair.He hit the button, Vanda did, "I'll get rid of this junk!"Requires so much, Loom with a View, and This Little Chunk.
Then he looked at their comments, "Yeah, Sweetness and Light"All the Emma Allows, bull shit, yeah right!He emptied them all, like going through a cupboardSpidey's Web, Fez Says, and Tracee Uncovered.He paused his finger, held it there with glee" And now!" grinned Vanda, "I'll hit the delete key!"
He was just about to hit it, oh, what a thrill!Then he got an IM, Oh what a buzz kill!He looked at the message, from just a young critterIt was none other than, our very own Britter.
Vanda and Nag had been caught by this tiny Shelf daughterWho’d got out of bed for a cup of cold water.She typed to Vanda and said, “Vanda, why?”“ Why are you taking our blogs away? Why?”
But, you know, that old Vanda was so smart and so slickHe thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick.“ Why, my sweet little tot,” old Vanda lied,“ There’s a problem here, all on the left side.“ So, I’m downloading them, so I can defrag, my dear“ I’ll fix it up there, then I’ll put it back here.”
His fib fooled the child, from what he’d readSaid his goodbyes and sent her to bedAnd when little Britters finally signed offHe hit that button, and he laughed and he coughed.
The last thing he tookHe got rid of Bedda, that big-mouthed town crierThen he spun round in his chair, himself, the old liarOn their screens, he left nothing but keys and some wire.
And the one speck of writingThat they left at the siteWas writing too small for even a mite.
ThenThey did the same thingTo the other parts of the site.Leaving writingsMuch too smallFor the other Shelfer’s mites.
IT was a quarter past dawnAll the shelfers, still a-bedAll the shelfers, still a-snoozeWhen his screen finally went deadIt was loaded with everything, their pictures, their wordsThe jokes! And the Trivia! All done by those nerds.
Three thousand feet away! On the Island LongHe settled down to bed, wasn’t concerned ‘bout being wrong“ Pooh-Pooh to the Shelfers!” he was grinch-ish-ly humming“ You mark my words, there’ll be no more blogs coming!”“ They’re just waking up! I know just what they’ll do!“ Their mouths will hang open a minute or two“ Then the Shelfers of Shelfville will all cry BOO-HOO!”
“That’s a noise,” grinned Vanda52“ That I simply must hear!”So he paused, and then put his hand to his ear.And he did hear a sound rising over the snowIt started out low, then it started to grow…
But the sound wasn’t sadWhy, this sounded merry!It couldn’t be so!But it was Merry! Very!
He stared out at Shelfville!Vanda52 popped his eyes!Then he shook!What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every Shelfer down in Shelfville, he couldn’t believe what he sawWere blogging! Without their old blogs at all!He hadn’t stopped blogs from coming!They came!Somehow or other, the came just the same!
And Vanda, with his papers yellow like his snowStood puzzling and puzzling: “How could it be so?”They blogged without trivia, they blogged without jokesThey just started all over, these strange Shelfville folks.And then he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.Then Vanda thought of something he hadn’t before!“ Maybe blogging,” he thought, “wasn’t such a bore.“ Maybe blogging…perhaps…means a little bit more.”
And what happened then…?Well…in Shelfville they sayThat Vanda’s small heart Grew three sizes that day!And the minute his heart didn’t feel quite so tightHe uploaded their blogs through the bright morning light.And he brought back the words! With their multi-colored hues.And he…He himself…Vanda started one too!--Composed by Schell