Viola

Once upon a time, in a land far away to many, lived a little girl named Viola. Viola loved purple and she especially loved purple flowers. She grew up in a pretty room painted purple, lilac and lavender.  She loved purple so much she had a pair of purple lensed glasses so that no matter where she went she could see everything purple.

Viola loved to walk in the woods in the winter time with her purple shaded glasses. The trees were purple, the ground was purple and the sky was purple.

One Spring day Viola was walking near the Tower Caverns near Trilling Lake when she heard a loud echoing bang. Before she could identify it as the sound of gunfire from King's afternoon hunting party. Another noise came to her from above. It sounded like her stomach when dinner was delayed on days she missed lunch. Only louder.

Viola looked up at the approaching sound where she spied boulders falling quickly toward her. She was frozen in place. Suddenly, she was hit from behind and into the pond.

When Viola and her abuser-savior came up from below the surface of the water he held the little girl drenched to the bone but safe and sound.

"Are you okay?" he asked the stunned little girl.

"Yes, thank you," she said, not taking her eyes off the man. "You look...strange."

"Strange?" he replied.

The girl smiled. Her unshaded eyes glinted in the bright sunlight.

"You aren't," she looked at the other side of the mans face. "...purple."

He smiled. "No. I am not purple."

From that day forward Viola did not wear purple glasses. Oh, she still liked purple but she decided that the color she loved looked better when it lived next to other colors. Especially, her white wedding dress.

And she lived happily ever after.

The End.

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