Once there was a beautiful, or maybe pretty, no, beautiful girl. Now it happened that she had to go and speak to Jeffrey Michael Hopkins, a wealthy Jacksonville man, and in order to make herself appear important she said to him, "I can turn imaginary jobs into paychecks."
Jeffrey Michael Hopkins said to the girl, "That is an art which pleases me well, if you are as clever as you say, come to-morrow to Jacksonville, and I will put you to the test.
And when the girl went to him he took her to a hotel room at Busch Gardens, and said, "Now if by to-morrow morning you have not given me proof that you can turn your imaginary job into paychecks during the night, you must die."
Thereupon he himself locked up the room, and left her in it alone. So there sat the girl, and for the life of her could not tell what to do, she had no idea how imaginary jobs could be turned into paychecks, and she grew more and more frightened, until at last she began to weep.
But all at once the door opened, and in came a nanny, and said, "Good evening, mistress, why are you crying so?"
"Alas," answered the girl, "I have to prove I can turn imaginary jobs into paychecks, and I do not know how to do it."
"What will you give me," said the nanny, "if I do it for you?"
"My blackberry phone. But I keep the sim card," said the girl.
The nanny took the blackberry phone. She seated himself in front of the computer, By morning she had typed and printed out emails from co-workers at Universal Studios.
By daybreak Jeffrey Michael Hopkins was already there, and when he saw the printouts he was astonished and delighted, but his heart became only more greedy. He had the girl taken to a room at Tampa General Hospital, and commanded her to provide more proof if she valued her life. The girl knew not how to help herself, and was crying, when the door opened again, and the nanny appeared, and said, "What will you give me if I provide proof for you?"
"The tiffany ring on my finger," answered the girl.
The nanny took the tiffany ring, again sat at the computer, and by morning had printouts about specific jobs for the girl to show Jeffrey.
Jeffrey Michael Hopkins rejoiced beyond measure at the sight, but still he had not proof enough, and he had the girl taken into the Hard Rock Hotel, and said, "You must further prove you can turn imaginary jobs into paychecks, in the course of this night, but if you succeed, you shall be my girlfriend."
Even if she be but a former detective and nurse's daughter, thought he, I could not find a richer wife in the whole world.
When the girl was alone the nanny came again for the third time, and said, "What will you give me if I provide proof for you this time also?"
"I have nothing left that I could give," answered the girl.
"Then promise me, to give me your first child."
Who knows whether that will ever happen, thought the girl, and, not knowing how else to help herself in this strait, she promised the nanny what she wanted, and for that she typed up a few emails from a boss at Universal Studios.
And when Jeffrey Michael Hopkins came in the morning, and found all as he had wished, he took her as a girlfriend.
A year after, she brought a beautiful child into the world, and she never gave a thought to the nanny. But suddenly she came into her room, and said, "Now give me what you promised."
The girl was horror-struck, and offered the nanny all the riches of Jeffrey Michael Hopkins if she would leave her the child. But the nanny said, "No, something alive is dearer to me than all the treasures in the world."
Then the girl began to lament and cry, so that the nanny pitied her.
"I will give you three days, time," said she, "if by that time you find out my name, then shall you keep your child."
So the girl thought the whole night of all the names that she had ever heard, and she sent a text message over the country to inquire, far and wide, for any other names that there might be. When the nanny came the next day, she began with Jeff, Juliet, Annabell, and said all the names she knew, one after another, but to every one the nanny said, "That is not my name."
On the second day she had inquiries made in the neighborhood as to the names of the people there, and she repeated to the nanny the most uncommon and curious. Perhaps your name is Raquel, or Zachary, or Samantha, but she always answered, "That is not my name."
On the third day her messenger popped up, and it said, "I have not been able to find a single new name, but as I came to the the forest at the end of Hopespring Drive, there I saw a little house, and before the house quite a ridiculous nanny was jumping, she hopped upon one leg, and shouted -
'To-day I bake, to-morrow brew,
the next I'll have the young girl's child.
Ha, glad am I that no one knew
that Rumpelstiltskin I am styled.'"
You may imagine how glad the girl was when she heard the name. And when soon afterwards the nanny came in, and asked, "Now, mistress, what is my name?"
At first she said, "Is your name Gloria?"
"No."
"Is your name Jules?"
"No."
"Perhaps your name is... Rumpelstiltskin?"
"Wrong again! I tricked you! It's Zenaida Fernandez-Gonzales. Now give me your child!"
And that, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, is your "aha moment". Doesn't it all make sense now? Casey Anthony has been telling the truth this entire time and you must find her not guilty.