Aufs & oafs

I have always

suspected that

my sister was

a changeling,

***

Each time our

mother would

go out

to collect wood,

***

my infant sister

would suddenly,

stand up,

dance about,

play the bag pipes,

drink boiled oil,

and, place empty

walnut shells

around the fire.

***

When our mother

would return,

she’d ask,

“Who drank the boiled oil?”

***

Who do you think?!

Come on, mom, wise up!

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