Melanie Mendez was baking a chocolate cake when the virus arrived on her doorstep.
She locked the front door, and prepared to practice what she had prepped.
Her phone rang and she answered and it was George Stumming,
Who whispered into the receiver, “The virus is coming.”

Melanie whispered back, while hiding behind her kitchen counter with fear,
“No, George, the virus is already here!”
George gasped and said very slowly for her to abide,
“You know what you have to do, you must, absolutely stay inside.”

Melanie was armed with her bleach bottle and an alcohol wipe.
She risked a peek over the counter and saw her cat’s paws making a swipe.
Skizzles could see the virus spreading outside the window,
And started to meow loudly as she hunched down low.

Melanie called her cat to her side.
“We can do this. We can beat this,” Melanie announced with pride.
“We have enough toilet paper and cat food to wait this out.
“We can stay safe, Skizzles. Stay cool. No need to hiss or shout.”
But Skizzles went back to the window and started to pace.
Melanie sneaked her way out, and put her hand on Skizzles face.
“Come on Skizzles, let’s practices our spells and chants.”
Melanie pulled out some ingredients and pulled up her pants.

Melanie practiced her potion to turn her hair pink.
She mixed up the smelly bits right there in her kitchen sink.
She chanted a spell to make Skizzles fur grow.
She chanted a spell to make her toilet make a gurgle and glow.

Melanie danced a jig in her living room.
Melanie sang songs and made car racing sounds like, “Vroooom!”
Melanie baked cookies and more cakes.
Melanie tried to conjure up images of great lakes.
She skipped her showers and stayed up late.
She slept in and she refused to test fate.

She made phone calls and reached out to friends,
Who were all on the inside doing head stands.
Spinning circles around and around again.
Waiting for the ultimate win.

And one day, one particularly rainy Tuesday,
The virus just went away.
And all of the people, including Melanie, stepped outside onto their own front lawn,
Scared to breathe, or to move. Was the virus really gone?
Then one person on the street let out a whoop and a cheer!
And then another squealed in delight, letting go of the feat.
And people started running up to each other and giving hugs and hand shakes.
They were all just excited by the sounds the outside world makes.

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