The Adventures of Kelly Anderson

YOU don't know about me without you have read a book by the name of Jason's Story; but that ain't no matter. That book was made by Ms. Kristine Roland, and she told the truth, mainly. There was things which she stretched, but mainly she told the truth. That is nothing. I never seen anybody but lied one time or another, without it was Aunt Sarah, or Michele, or maybe Julie. Aunt Sarah–my Aunt Sarah, she is–and Julie, and Michele is all told about in that book, which is mostly a true book, with some stretchers, as I said before.

Now the way that the book winds up is this: Jason (that was me) found my true self that had hidden in the cave of my mind, and the knowledge set me free. Dr. Daniels he took it and gave me the medicines to take all the year round --- more than a body could tell what to do with. Momma took me for her daughter, and allowed she would sivilize me; but it was rough living in my old boys room all the time, and when I couldn't stand it no longer I lit out. I got into my best dress and my cutest shoes, and was free and satisfied. But Kathy she hunted me up and said she was going to start a band of mall shoppers, and I might join if I would go back to Momma and be respectable. So I went back…

Kelly rolled over in her bed, and woke up. She looked around her freshly painted room, and took in the new curtains and bedspread. She picked up her copy of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and said to herself, "Ok, no more eating spicy food before bed, and then reading myself to sleep, and who the hell is Kristine Roland?"

Author's Note:
My apologies to Mr. Mark Twain, who is without a doubt my favorite author. I could not resist posting this bit of silliness in honor of Mr. Twain's upcoming birthday on November 30th. I will be continuing Kelly's story soon.
Kristy