Hey Thanks Da Vinci at work for your review. I wrote another chappie! This ones short though...oh well read on & review

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Everyone who lives in Dickory is a bit odd; I may be the only normal person here! Well maybe not the only person… my friends are pretty normal too. I told you about my best friend Hick and then there's my other best friend Jack. Jack's a prince…well sort of, his dad is The King of hearts, you've probably heard of him before. You, friends with a Prince! You wish youmight think, but its true! His father doesn't really care much what he does so he hangs around with Hick and me most of the time. Yep Jacks life isn't perfect… but then again nether mine, like I now live with my grandmother because you know my mum died and don't ask me where my dad is, I never even met him! So I pretty much raised myself, because my grandmother is old and was sick most of the time. Now I think about it, I pretty much took care of my grandmother too. She didn't even have time to read me stories, thank goodness! She probably would have read me Nursery Rhymes. But anyway here I am now, walking along the road to visit my friend Jack, come with me if you want, you can meet him.

"Lizzy, Lizzy!" a flustered Jack ran towards me. "Jack, what's the matter?" I asked him. "Well my step-mum made some tarts, and put poison in them and was going to give them to my father! So I stole them, and she got really mad and told father and then he wouldn't believe me when I told him they were poisoned," he said. Remember how I told you Jack's father didn't care what Jack did? Well I forgot to mention that he doesn't care because he is to busy pleasing his new wife The Queen of Hearts. Jack's mum died when he was little too, and his father remarried, but his new wife only married him sp she could rule the kingdom herself and keeps trying to kill him!

"Oh well Jack, lets go see Hick, he's down at the market place selling fish, you need a bit of time away at from the palace" I suggest as we headed toward the village.

As we reached the edge of the city a little girl skipped past us. As she skipped she sung:

The Queen of Hearts

She made some tarts,

All on a summer's day;

The Jack of Hearts

He stole the tarts,

And took them clean away.

The King of Hearts

Called for the tarts,

And beat poor Jack full sore;

The Jack of Hearts

Brought back the tarts,

And vowed he'd steal no more.