Should he ask Lillian? She was plain but pleasant. And capable. My goodness me!
Should he ask Siobhán? Should they fall in love he’d go through life being asked, Why is her name pronounced Shivaughan?
Should he ask Bernadette? The list was countless… Annette, Dulce, Barbara, Agatha…
Hence Oswald’s question: Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all? He got the fright of his life when the mirror answered: YOU ARE!
He asked again: Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?
YOU ARE!
Quite frankly, the mirror was no help, although it rather flattered Oswald’s vanity to have his sweetness surpass all others. When he had spoken into the mirror he wasn’t expecting a reply. He was really only talking to himself.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?
YOU ARE!
Oswald asked his mother about the mirror.
“Goodness!” she said. “You didn’t know even after all these years? It’s a battery driven mirror that always answers that ridiculous question: Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all? The battery must be getting flat.”
Sure enough! Oswald found the battery and replaced it.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?
YOU ARE a total nutcase.
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