And then there was none...

A long time ago, there was a little girl. She glided in green meadows. She plucked out red flowers. She drank sweet milk. She ate sweet chocolate. It was her favorite, like all little girls - she loved chocolate.

It was customary for the Frowny Old Man to sit on the steps of his house in the evening. Everyday he longed for a little girl to come along his path. It did not happen for centuries for the village people were an intelligent lot. But that day was his lucky day. A little girl did come along.

One day while she played, she saw a house. Away from civilization, it didn't have much light. It was the house of the Frowny Old Man. No one ever spoke to him. No one even looked at him. But the little girl didn't know good from bad. She looked at him, through her spectacles, with her round brown eyes.

She took a step forward. She liked to make new friends. The Frowny Old Man stood up. And then she saw what had actually called out to her - it was Chocolate. There was a skip in her step when she went to the Frowny Old Man.

Her Green Meadows, Her Red Flowers called out to her. They told her to stop. But she wouldn't listen. Mother Nature began to weep for her little girl was going to be lost to her. But she didn't stop. The Frowny Old Man gave an evil grin that the little girl's mother had told the little girl about. But she didn't stop.

When she reached the Frowny Old Man she looked at him with longing and moved her hand forward. The Frowny Old Man put his Chocolate in her pink palm.

Time slowed down, hoping against hope that the little girl would stop. But she still didn't stop.

It was one bite of that Chocolate that cursed her. The little girl would never be able stop eating chocolate. Every ounce of chocolate that she had would make her bigger and bigger. The little girl wouldn't be little any more. She would be big and fat.

The Frowny Old Man had his share of fun. He sat again on his steps, waiting for another little girl to damn her to fatness. And another bar of chocolate appeared in his hands.

The little girl had to stop. Addiction to chocolate was difficult to stop indeed. It wasn't just the taste that she loved. It was the rich brown color... The creamy texture... And oh! that smell of cocoa... All her strength needed to be put in to stopping even another drop of chocolate from reaching her mouth.

That little girl was me.

And even though yesterday was my last bite of chocolate the curse still continues for there is no cure to the lure of chocolate.