The tired woman lived in a teeny weeny house.
A man, a boy, two dogs, and a cat lived in the same teeny weeny house.
The house had a cooking room, relaxing room, two sleeping rooms, and a question room.
The question room was thusly named because every time the tired woman entered the question room, some important issue arose.
The pattern was always the same.
The tired woman would enter the question room, close and lock the door behind her, and within 45 seconds the familiar ...thump...squeak...thump...s queak... of someone walking across the wood floor would trumpet through the teeny weeny house.
This was always followed by a pause, as if the questioner was trying to decide whether or not to ask the question. More likely, the questioner was simply listening for running water, as their question may not be heard over that particular auditory obstical.
The next step in the pattern was the light tap on the door.
The tired woman had attempted to ignore the light tap, but the tap always became a loud thump.
Always.
These questions had to be answered, and after all it WAS the question room.
"Yes?" the tired woman would intone, waiting to hear the life altering query about to be launched at the question room door.
The list of breathtaking proposals ranged from "Where's the milk?" to "Have you seen my shoes?" and always arose within a minute of the tired woman's arrival in the question room.
The tired woman always did the best she could to answer the question, however nine times out of ten, the questioner wasn't satisfied until their enigma has been resolved in person.
The tired woman was, you see, in high demand.
One sunny day in June, the tired woman got to take a vacation from work.
The man and the boy were out in the yard of the teeny weeny house, working on the construction of a fence.
The tired woman snuck into the question room, thinking she was safe.
She shed her clothing and stepped into the running water, breathing a less tired than usual sigh of relief.
45 seconds later there was a loud thump upon the question room door.
"Yes?" the tired woman intoned.
"Honey, are you going to be done soon?"
So the tired woman grabbed her robe and beat everyone else in the teeny weeny house to death with a plunger.
The End
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