Ferranellas Fate:: Grand Opening

The humble opening of a weary blog is entranced with---- blahblahblah. Sorry. So this is the not long-awaited blog of the anonymous writer Ferranella. No, this is not a witch-burning site discussing fates of people like Ferranella. ("Hmm.. I think she should be drowned five times first, and THEN burned. You know, because it gives of such an awful smell when just dry cooke-- HEY YOU!! WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT). And no, Ferranella is not a witch. She is a literary unpolished genius. At least, I think so. She's too modest to admit anything.

I discovered her manuscripts in a fugitive wastebasket in her home. At first, I looked at the crumpled papers and was distraught. My kind and earth-caring friend not RECYCLING??? Then, when she took a leaping pounce at me and tried to snatch the papers away, I, a pounce master, of course dodged out of the way and realized the importance of the papers in my hand. -insert dramatic gasp here- What I read was absolutely H'amaze Ing. Ferranella, who had -for the moment- passed out in a way (such a drama llama) did not stir until I tried to creep secretly out with the forbidden manuscripts. Ayeee, she cried (no, not really). I talked and begged with her. She stoutly refused to reveal her inner genius to the world. Later, after several expensive rounds of good donuts, she gave it. The first manuscript is in the next post.