HA! Ya didn’t really think I’d put up a big and fancy biography on myself here, didya? Didya? Really? You did? Well phooo on you, you should have known better. This is a fool-iography and that can be about anything. Like cake.
I mean, what use is the past to a fool? Fancy schmancy biographies are for serious people, those that have names that stick with them.
Mine doesn’t. My name, I mean. Slippery buggers they are, names. Mine got lost somewhere along the way and never found its way back. Good riddance. I have plenty of names – wonderful, funny names that nice people have given me. They remind me, keep my names alive. Without them I’d just go unnamed. An unnamed girl eating cake. Mmm.
Where was I? Right. So, one look at the bells on me head and you know all you need. That’s one short biography!
Far more interesting is Mrs Buttons, my puppet. Here she is, why dontcha wave back to her? There ya go. She is a nice ‘un, Mrs Buttons, and far brighter than me. Just don’t tell her I said so, lest she’ll be completely impossible to be around! Mrs Buttons is married – I think – to Master Buttons, back in Tubor. I picture him a nice fellow, that Master Buttons, sitting in front of a fire, smoking his pipe and waiting for his wife to get back from her adventuring across the sea with little ol’ me. Well, I think so at least – Mrs Buttons never told me about her life before meeting me. I do know she likes cake though, so it’s all good.
… Oh, all right then, just because you give me those puppy eyes. Here’s some more about me. I like chocolate. And cake. And I’m quite ticklish. Quite terribly ticklish. Quite horribly gigglingly ticklish. So there ya go. The secret’s out. Heck, this biography business wasn’t so hard after all.
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