July 18, 2012
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The red glove yearned with all her being to perform a dastardly deed. In fact, the word ‘dastardly’ danced about in her mind through all her waking hours. She wasn’t all that perfectly clear on what it meant, but she knew a certain amount of nastiness was involved.  For instance, when dining one evening with a handsome spat, she silently chastised the chap with How dastardly of you to take the biggest chop. On another occasion when she stumbled while crossing a trestle, she thought How dastardly to trip while crossing this trestle. In time she began to practice an evil chuckle to be used when performing her dastardly deed, whatever it might turn out to be. ‘Heh, heh, heh,’ she chuckled, making her voice dip to depths previously unexplored. ‘Heh, heh, heh. Heh, heh, HEH!’ Fortunate it was for her that she couldn’t blush redder on the day she inadvertently practiced her chuckle and was overheard and mocked by a passing lorgnette. Truth will out, and in the end she realized that she was far too timid to perform a dastardly deed of any sort at all. And yet she continued in private to narrow her eyes, chuckle, and think How now, my fine friend. Plead mercy as you may. Lo, I am compelled to carry out my dastardly plan.

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