[Funny you should ask. She looks just like her, actually. :) For now the other dolls are still and unmoving, glassy eyes vacant.]
More than anything, she wanted to make her own, but the stories all belonged to her sister. The girl thought and thought, trying to find something else that she could do. "I will tell a different kind of story," she said. "I will tell stories about love."
[Two more marionettes lower from the ceiling- a man and a woman, both faceless. The man marionette raises his arms and embraces the woman, with all the stiff awkwardness of a badly controlled puppet.]
But the girl was not good at stories about love, and the people did not want them.
[The marionettes are yanked up again, out of sight behind the curtains at the top of the stage.]