Elizabeth, it is known and apparent that academic assignments to be completed following regular school hours do indeed gratify you. Is it within your current ability to enter credentials and information into this form?
I see reason to comply with your request, father. However, I shall agree only if you accept my offer: that is, to heed and observe the poem I have drafted, written, and completed some short amount of time before this current moment.
In my exasperation, I grunt! But, a deal is a deal.
"Meditations on Turning Eight", by Elizabeth Marie Simpson.
>At one point a feline named Snowball was in my possession.
>Alas, she perished! Alas, she perished!
>My mother led me to believe and assume that the feline had merely chosen to rest as most animals periodically rest.
>Alas, it was falsehood! Alas, it was falsehood!
>I ask from the bottom of my heart, why must that wonderful cat have departed this earthly realm?
>Could the Chrysler automotive that facilitated Snowball's demise have sealed my mortality in lieu?
>Now begins a similar tale involving a small caged rodent named Snuffy. He perished-
Phooey on you, daughter of mine! We may have made a deal but I cannot be a part of it now that I have seen the extent of these terms!