This story begins like any other story. It begins a small town on a quiet Sunday evening. The sun has already set and the warm glow from the small dwellings of the villagers lights up the streets on this dark rainy evening. This is where we find our main character, who we shall call, "Meeshee", for the sake of sparing identities.
Now on this cold raining evening, Meeshee was just getting ready for a good nights rest before a hectic and crazy Monday. She was tired after having spent the entire weekend sweeping and cleaning, and scrubbing floors like Cinderella. Although unlike Cinderella, Meeshee did have a tendency to let her messes slide by. So, the task at hand had taken her an exceptionally long time, having to unpack from various travels and scrub her clothes. But, this is not stop Meeshee, she had seen the project through from start to finish, which is where we find her now.
Ah, yes. Meeshee had just hung her last garment, and carefully laid out her attire for the following day. She then headed into her closet to change from the drab clothes of the day, into a pair of fresh pajamas. It was at that exact moment that Meeshee found herself an unsuspecting victim of the lack of tensile strength in plastic.
In the flash of an eye, Meeshee's entire wardrobe apparatus fell upon her. In a catastrophe that rivaled the Great San Francisco Earthquake of 1906, Meeshee managed to emerge the rumble unscathed. Immediately, the alarm was set off, and cries for help were quickly heard. A rescue crew was quickly on site, and eradicated the victim.
Yes, 'twas a shocking tale indeed. A poor a girl, who's good deeds were punished. And while the cost of damages is still unknown, the lesson remains clear. Don't clean your room.
