Fairy Tales And Leaps of Faith
She was a happy Puff but her tushie was often too cold, what with her short, short skirt and all that marble. Sometimes, she would stand there and shiver so hard that her little pillbox hat would fall off of her elaborately stacked hair and onto the cold floor.
Then, as if by magic, a big satin pillow came wafting down from the heavens and settled next to our little Puff!
“At last!” she exclaimed.
“A tuffett for my muffett!!!!”
So she sat down on her tuffett and warmed up her muffett and told the cold marble floor that it could stuffit.