There once was a little girl,who dragged behind her a cartfilled with horrid and corrupt creaturesall for the world to see. The onlookers stared at her cart in disgust. “What would one want with such dreadful things?” The poor girl was miserablefor no one would relieve her of the despair flung upon her shoulders. A forlorn girl, really,that is what was spoken by the villagers,of the girl who walked day after dayacross town with her cart of monsters. Did they know?Did they know of the pain they were causing her?Did they know of the pain they would cause themselves?Did they know that they had dug their own graves? Alas, but the seeds of misfortunehad already been planted,within the cart that steadily grew heavier with each depraved thought. Don’t pity her.Don’t laugh at her.Don’t ridicule her—for it is not only her own misfortune she carries, but also of the ones around her.