LITTLE JAR
LITTLE JAR by blue Somewhere in a world unlike our own lived jars who can talk and jars who can walk. They stood like humans would do, and talked like they were one too. They were peculiar creatures, to us if we'd see. But to each other they weren't that different like you and me. In this town of open jars lived a child who was small Who wasn't like the older jars who lived in town at all. She couldn't reach the tall shelves or the high chairs She couldn't jump that high up either or climb the tall stairs. "Oh, how cute you are, my dear child of clear glass," Her grandmother once remarked as her house she once passed. "It's been awhile since I saw a jar your small height, my dear I would have thought your got taller since your last visit here." "I wished it was so," said she holding back tears "I loathe to be the same height for all of my years." The child fretted and worried and as soon as she did, A liquid glow of some...