Lying comfortably on the sofa as I contemplate my next move on saving the jiggling pets, this little creature slowly made her way in the half lighted room. It was then that the bomb exploded and the key came crashing down on the block. Whew!! Little creature: Nanay (Mother), do you want me to tell you a story? Looking at her excited face then quickly returning my attention to the exploding blocks I half-heartedly said yes and so she begun. Little creature: "There was once a princess locked in a tower.....blahhh...blahh. She has a mommy that wasn't really her mommy with a pointy hat but she was not a real witch. Blahhh...blahh." "She also has a horse who spits fire blahh..blahhh.." Nanay: "Goodness, a horse who spits fire.." I could see how enthusiastic she was, seriously weaving her story. Little creature: "Yesssss..." she said. Her spits