Gather round my phone a mommy friend’s, I have a tale to tell. About a journey we shall make, if you are so compelled. Listen up and follow me, deep into the woods, now don’t be frightened my friend, my pal, for Mommy Sara will be your guide. Just hold my hand, tightly now, keeping close at Mommies side. Quickly, let us follow the trail up around the bend, past the brook, down the hill to where the gravel ends. Slowly, the next jaunt will be steep, Shhhhhhh…… danger is lurking, we mustn’t make a peep, over the bridge is where we must go, where the dwarfed trolls they dwell, their faces are most obscured, but they hear very very well. Hurry! Hurry! No time to waist, keep on the path and do not stray. There up ahead! The fountain awaits. Do not fret my little princes’, I assure you no one is spying, so strip on down, off with those britches, I promise it’s positively purifying! Hop on in, the waters fine, it will wilt you back to infant size, you will slowly regress with no thought of why. Dunk down, my dearest, into the water; bask in its warmth and unusual treasures. That’s it my little ones splash around, it’s time to have fun, growing younger with every drop, for my deed is almost done. Your body dwindles, your memories fade, in my arms, my babies lay, I coddle you with motherly kisses and rush you back home to further my wishes. Mommy Sara 1 888 430 2010