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The Battle in the Land of Hyster
Once upon a time in the Land of Hyster, the lovely punctured princesses and ladies in waiting were going about their hectic lives trying to get ready for Christmas. They were all bustling and hustling through the land. They wrapped presents. The set up trees. They ran from one Christmas party to another. They dug through their garages and basements for strings of lights that worked. They baked cookies. Soon, with all the busy-ness the Hyster Sisters in the Land of Hyster began to get cranky. They were cranky with the lights for being all tangled. They were cranky with the oven when the cookies' edges were too crisp. They were cranky with the traffic up and down Recovery Road from all the holiday shopping. But most sad of all, the Hyster Sisters were cranky with each other.
"Hurrrumph!" murmured one hyster sister to her neighbor.
"Well!" complained another.
"Look at her and her crankiness" said another as she pointed to her sisters.
All over the kingdom, the atmosphere took on the air of panty hose two sizes too small. It was tense! The Hyster Sisters stopped speaking to each other. They pointed fingers. They loudly complained that they were not understood. And in each of the homes of each of the Hyster Sisters each sister was mad, then sad, then miserable.
The king upon hearing about the problems with the Hyster Sisters ordered a town meeting. "Hear ye! Hear ye! All Hyster Sisters are to meet in the middle of town square for a special message from the King."
And within no time at all, the town square was filled up, packed, overloaded with Punctured Princesses and Ladies in Waiting as they awaited the arrival of the King. Each woman wanted to hear the message from the king. Time ticked on. Time dragged on. THe crowd grew bigger. Pushing and shoving became quite the norm in the town square with the sisters. Push. Push. SHove. SHove. Soon, one sister couldn't take the shoving anymore. Digging through her bags, she found a christmas pie with a pile of whipped cream. Picking up the pie and perching it in her hand she shoved it gleefully into the face of the next hyster sister who dared to move her direction.
Scrapping the pie off her face, this hyster sister found a pile of leaves nearby and picked up a wad. Shoving the leaves down the dress of the closest hyster sister she giggled hysterically. One hyster sister found a nearby puddle of water and created Martha Stewart Mud pies to throw. Another sister, with her groceries in sacks near her feet, found lettuce heads to toss. The crowd of hyster sisters took on each other in a battle field right there in the town square. Purses flying. SHoes flying. Tomatoes and even a batch of spaghetti noodles. The battle field was a mess of hyster sisters and objects sliding and slipping this way and that way.
Looking out over the square, the king walked to his podium to give his speech. Standing at the microphone the king's eyes kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger. He jiggled. He bobbled. He tee-heed. Soon, the king couldn't hold it in any longer and he began to laugh. He laughed so hard his belly bounced up and down. One by one the hyster sisters looked at the scene they had created and began to laugh. Swollen bellies jiggled up and down in merriment. Pillows were whipped out to hold over the tummies. Laughter filled the air and the tension in the Land of Hyster was gone as the sisters hugged each other's necks and cleaned each other off. Apologies and love was offered all the way around.
The king, finally getting ahold of laughter, went to the microphone again. "Ahem," he began. "The time has come. Even though our holiday of Christmas is not for another two weeks or so.....the time has come to celebrate today. We celebrate the goodness of friendships. We celebrate goodness and joy. We celebrate each other. As we set aside our differences we rejoice in what brings us together in the Land of Hyster." And with this big speech, the king took a bow as the Hyster Sisters applauded and hugged necks some more.
And they all lived happily ever after in the Land of Hyster (and were especially hormonally balanced forever!).
Jennifer Cova, M.D.
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Clifford Rogers, M.D.
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