Ginger X. has to ask her parents about having a kitty, but of course. They say no. So when she turns 16, her dad died and she only lives with her mother. "Mooooooom. Get me a cat right this instant!" you'd always hear out of Ginger's mouth. But her mom ignores that thought and goes on with life. One fine winter day, Ginger walks outside. What do you know?

Why? The question is why. Everybody doesn't know what "why" means in a sentence. Why isn't a verb, it is a death. Everybody also thinks that, "Why would a fairytale end bad? It has to end very perfect." You're wrong. It's like whenever you say "why", the fairytale dies. "Why?" you say. Because I don't know, "why". Know that you know "why", the only word that people or scientists do not know of, is deadly of being curious, carry on. I bet you don't know "why" you have to.