There once was a village far, far away. Where the nights were all black, and the days mostly gray. Where the men were slicked-back, rich and fatty. The women were thin, proper and catty. The boys and the girls were spoiled and bratty. That's where she lived, little Agatha Hattie. Agatha Hattie was not like the rest, although prim, proper, and always well dressed. Her parents were rich and owned half the town. Only one family richer and they wore the crown. Agatha Hattie was the envy of all, with raven-black hair and the face of a doll. Her skin was so fair, like milky rich cream. She floated...