Once upon a time there was a girl. Her name was Sally. She wasn't the same as the others, oh no, Sally was special. Yes, Sally was the most special aborted fetus ever! You see children, Sally had the ability to chastise women (all of them) who were going to get abortions. As we all know, that's fine anyway since all women are just baby-making machines that should be bare foot and pregnant god damn it! I mean really, who has ever heard of a woman making a choice about what to do with her own body anyway? It's not she owns her body or anything! I guffaw at the thought of women considering themselves anything but property! The only women who I can think of that actually have some sort of choice over this thing are those kooky feminist lezbos.
But anyway, I'm totally off track with my story. Anyway, Sally had magical powers. All the other aborted fetuses would laugh and call poor Sally names. (They were probably just jealous that they couldn't treat the fairer gender as second class citizens.) In fact, they didn't even let poor Sally join in any aborted fetus games! This continued until one foggy Roe V. Wade eve when poor King Roeswadesworth couldn't call every woman in the world a murdering whore without his magical floating Bible. Sally had an idea, and she used her magical jet-propelled harem of evil female sinners. The king was grateful to young Sally, and legend has it that they abolished the right to an abortion soon after!
