It was a calm, sunny day in the town of Verona, people were washing clothes and playing games in the courtyards, all was right with the world. Until, Mrs. Montague turned her head and saw the horrifying sight, her child was missing. Immediately a search party began to look for the lost child, but there was no luck, the child was gone. The Montegue’s went door to door asking if anyone had seen their precious child, but still the child was nowhere to be found. Months went by and the child was nowhere to be found and the more and more they looked the less hope the Montegue’s had for ever finding their beloved child.
About a year later, Mrs. Capulet was out tending the garden, she knew there were workers for such a thing as planting flowers, but she found it calming. Suddenly, Mrs. Capulet heard a crash, she turned quickly to see what it was. As Mrs. Capulet turned her head she saw a child and next to the child was a broken pot. As she began to approach the child, it began to cry. Mrs. Capulet picked up the child to calm it down and after a little while the child had stopped crying and fallen asleep. Mrs. Capulet took the child inside to lay it down and began to wonder who’s child it was that was so far away from home.
As weeks past and no one to claim the child Ms. Capulet got to thinking, ”Husband, I wast thinking we should name the issue. No one hath claimed that lady after all, and we can't just keepeth calling that lady 'the child'.”
“Wife, if 't be true we wast planning on keeping the issue I would beest all for t, but is that very much what we wanteth to doth?” asked the Capulet.
“Well, could we? t doesn't seemeth like anyone else wanteth that lady and I has't already grown quaint fond of that lady. I knoweth it's asking a gross amount, but thee knoweth I'll taketh full responsibility of the issue.”
“If 't be true no one cometh to claim that lady by the end of the month, I sayeth it’s a deal.”