Once upon a time

Once upon a time, a women went to stay in a faraway place called "The Wisterias." She had a lovely time. When she left and returned home, she quickly discovered that she lost her heart. Her veins and arteries were at their wit's ends, having lost their purpose in life. She wrote to the house-mistress explaining her situation. Oh, could they see if they could find it? The house-mistress considered the situation. Plainly, it was challenge. Even if they were to find it, it would be quite a situation to find suitable packaging, let alone mail it through the postal system. She discussed it with the director and they considered it gravely. He agreed with her in that ideally, the guest should come back to collect her heart. There were insufficient resources for this search-and-rescue activity, as it had not been budgeted for in the year's annual budget. However, he decided that this was an important situation, and called on everyone in the house to keep an eye out for a heart. Where could it be? Was it by the birds-of-paradise, or weeping by the crown-of-Jesus in the garden? Was it in the cheek of everyone's smile? Was it, perhaps having been reduced to crumbs, under a bread-crumber on the dining room table? Finally, it was found by one of the workers in the chapel. He was working on one of the coloured windows. In the morning light, he saw a heart wedged in the crack of one of the original windows. He carefully worked the glass, and set the heart free. And it flew off and lived happily ever after. The End.