While scaling the heights of the medicine cabinet,
where lay the Chewable Vitamin C - 'safely out of reach' -
there occurred an earthquake.
It wasn't huge, but bad enough, and so she freaked.
Even after the quaking, she was freaking,
and in her head, the special-spooky music began to play...
She sat on the bath and tried to figure it out -
how and why, and what it all meant.
Carefully and thoroughly,
she began to compute the juxtaposition of events:
the stealing of the chewable vitamin c,
her habit, recently remarked,
of telling the most lurid of lies,
plus the earthquake, plus various other details,
corroborations and meaningless coincidences.
after a further while,
her budding brain printed the following conclusion:
"that was my fault."