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Do you think they make grown-up sizes?! Jesus DOES answer prayer, y’all!

For the beginning of this story, (and you should really read the beginning; it’s important), please click here before proceeding!

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The first order of business, before moving to the ocean, was actually becoming a mermaid.  Lainie was no fool; she knew that there wouldn’t be any witches or sea-kings at her disposal.  Besides, she’d never make some stupid trade and fall into a trap.  She had definitely learned from Ariel’s mistakes.  On the contrary, Lainie knew of only One who could make her dream come true.

You guessed it from the capital letter—God.

What?  You think God couldn’t turn Lainie into a mermaid?  Then you’re a fool.  God can do anything.  Even if mermaids only exist in fairy tales, God could make one.  Lainie might just be the first.  And she aimed to ask as no little girl had ever asked for anything before.

Night after hopeful night, Lainie prayed to Jesus that she’d wake up and find fins under her sheets; she didn’t care what color.  After several disappointing mornings, she had a lot to think about.

Could God hear her?  Stupid question.  Of course He could.

Then why wasn’t He answering?  This one was puzzling, indeed.  Perhaps Lainie just needed to be patient.  God doesn’t always give you what you ask the first time.  In addition, maybe it was foolish to expect God to do all the work.  Shouldn’t she help in some way?  Everyone always says that God helps those who help themselves.

Right.  That’s it.

The following night, she lay in bed with her legs firmly pressed together.  God may have found it annoying to take two, sprawled limbs and weave them magically together while keeping the little girl asleep.  (Of course He’d keep her asleep.  Such a thing would probably hurt.)

Morning came; no fins. New idea.

Swimming!  Swimming mermaid-style, and singing “Part of Your World.”  How could Lainie have been so dense?  God wouldn’t want to have a mermaid lying in a bed.  Maybe she wouldn’t be able to breathe!

So, she swam and sang.  You know, if you could call it “swimming” when one wiggles about in a kiddy pool.  Either way, she was in the water and mermaiding as no one had ever mermaided.  Perfect setup for God to do his magic!

Nada.  She swam all afternoon, until she was all wrinkled up like prune and her mother got home from work.  Back to square one.

Forget the swimming.  If she’s swimming, she’s not sleeping, and God would want her sleeping, as explained before.  She couldn’t sleep and swim at the same time, because she was still human and could risk drowning before God showed up to do the switch.  Back to sleeping.

Listen, if God could change a girl into a mermaid, He could certainly figure out what to do with the mermaid’s breathing situation until she could be relocated to the nearest body of water.  Besides, perhaps she would be able to breathe on land!  The mermaid in the Tom Hanks movie could, and so could Ariel.  Lainie had obviously jumped to a ridiculous conclusion with the swimming thing.

Persistence was the name of the game.

And persist Lainie did.  She even got it in her head that her underwear might be a bother to God while fusing her legs together, so she tried going commando one night.  That felt really weird, and didn’t work anyway, so she just went back to regular sleeping with her legs together and praying persistently.

She kept her hope in a magical, underwater world, full of music, joy, and freedom.  Sounds beautiful, doesn’t it?

Oh, and she kept rewinding The Little Mermaid, despite the scoffers.  Give that girl any sentence from any scene, and she can recite the rest of the movie.

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Down here all the fish is happy,
as off to the waves they roll.
The fish on the land ain’t happy;
they sad ‘cause they in the bowl.

~Sebastian the Crab

~LG

Guns ‘n’ Roses suddenly exploded into the relative silence of the living room.  Startled, Lainie jumped back from the VCR and spun around.  Mara, who had six years and eleven months on Lainie, walked with such purpose and speed that she was nearly through the living room and into the kitchen before the VCR operator had even placed the abrupt blast of noise.

As she blew by, the older sister scoffed at the Little Mermaid, who was about to delight her audience yet again.  In a similar fashion, the younger sister rolled her eyes toward the scoffer’s messy, rock-n-roll abode, and then re-focused her attention on waiting patiently for her tape to finish rewinding.

The two were worlds apart, and neither had much interest in going on holiday to visit the other.  (Truth be told, Lainie actually had every bit as much interest in her older sister as most little girls do; she wanted to be liked and accepted, and she wanted to be as beautiful, as smart, and as cool as Mara.  She had learned the hard way, however, to keep to her own world, because trying to enter a 9th grader’s world is simply futile.  Thus, she feigned disinterest.)

“Are you really going to watch that stupid movie again?  Don’t you already know every word?” Mara ridiculed, between bites on a popsicle.

“It’s not stupid, Mara, so just shut up!” Lainie countered, matching her sister’s condescending tone.  “It’s a good thing I know all the words, anyway, since I can barely hear it over your stupid music!  You’re going to go deaf one of these days, and I won’t even be sorry!”

“Whatever.” The older dismissed the younger, and both returned to the solace of their respective domains.

Just then, the VCR made that subtle change in sound, indicating that it was almost finished rewinding.  Lainie poised her finger to press “Play” once again.

It should be mentioned here that little Lainie Gallagher very desperately wanted to be a mermaid.  Ariel, without a doubt, was the most beautiful Disney girl ever sketched, but that had nothing to do with it; Lainie and Ariel looked absolutely nothing alike, so the former really had no business imagining herself as the latter.

That begs the question; did Disney ever consider a freckled princess?  Now she would be beautiful, indeed!  Shoulder-length brown hair, blue eyes, a great smile, and the name Lainie.  Perfect!

Only Princess Lainie would be a human who wanted to be a mermaid, instead of the other way around, and her mother would have no choice but to move her to the ocean once the metamorphosis took place.  What other option could she possibly have?  Let her daughter’s fins wither and flake like that naked mermaid’s tail in that Tom Hanks movie when she was really sad and swimming in a tank?  No way; that would be gross and cruel.

Lainie’s mother would simply have to take her to the ocean; there were no two ways about it.  It would be a double-bonus, since Lainie had neither seen the ocean, nor been a mermaid.

Yes, back to that.  The first order of business, before moving to the ocean, was actually becoming a mermaid.  Lainie was no fool; she knew that there wouldn’t be any witches or sea-kings at her disposal.  Besides, she’d never make some stupid trade and fall into a trap.  She had definitely learned from Ariel’s mistakes.  On the contrary, Lainie knew of only One who could make her dream come true.

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Stay tuned to hear the rest of the story!  Coming next Monday!

~LG