There was once a perfect little girl. She wore perfect little dresses that fit her perfectly and perfect little shoes to match. She had a perfect smile with perfect teeth. She wore her hair in perfect curls and had perfect bangs. She lived in a perfect house with perfect parents and a perfect little brother. Her room was perfect, too, with a perfectly-made bed and a perfect view. Every morning she woke up and at a perfect breakfast of perfect toast and perfect orange juice. Her parents’ friends were always commenting on how perfect she was. In school, she always got perfect grades and had a perfectly neat desk. She only made friends with the other perfect little children. She got perfect grades, and while eating her perfect lunch, she would eat with her perfect friends.
One day, she was out walking when she saw the most perfect little puppy on the other side of the street. She thought, “I must have that perfect little puppy. It will match my perfect dress that fits me perfectly, my perfect shoes, my perfect smile, my perfect teeth, my perfect curls, and my perfect bangs. That puppy would be perfect in my perfect room with my perfect bed and my perfect view. It can eat my perfect toast with me in the morning, and drink perfect orange juice. My parents’ friends will say how perfect my puppy is. It can come to my school and sit by my perfect desk, and my perfect friends will pet it.”
The perfect little girl ran across the street to get the perfect puppy, got hit by a car, and was taken by ambulance to a hospital to be treated for a broken leg and a broken arm and a head concussion.
The moral of the story is: Always look both ways before you cross the street.