Once Upon A Vocab Assignment

We are occasionally assigned these things known as "vocab assignments" in school. Sixteen words are given and we have to come up with a cohesive piece that correctly uses them all. Its like a crossword puzzle, except with more headbanging and groans of frustration. Our words? Ladies and gentlemen I givvvvvve you.....

Superfluous ~ unnecessary, unwarranted
Deleterious ~ harmful in an often subtle or unexpected way
Emulate ~ strive to exceed or equal
Contempt ~ to hate
Aberrant ~ to not follow the normal or right way or behavior
Inundate ~ to flood or overwhelm
Presupposition ~ to assume before knowing the facts
Ultimately ~ at the end, eventually
Plethora ~ abundance, many
Tetchy ~ irritable, full of pet peeves
Enervate ~ be so dull or mundane that the soul/life is sucked from its victims
Convoluted ~ intricate often to an impossible to understand level
Chagrin ~ to be embarrassed about, feel shameful of
Prosaic ~ boring, dull, unimaginative, everyday
Nostalgic ~ look back on old days or long for irretrievable moments
Embody ~ become solid, leave spirit form

My Spin

     There was once an old lady who lived in a shoe and much to her chagrin became known for smiting her naughty children. As horrid as her punishments may have been, her husband's enervating sermons caused the children to walk around like zombies for hours and so were considered far worse. The house was inundated with brats, but one aberrant child knew the benefits of behaving properly. This child had a plethora of charms including the capability to ultimately winning anyone over. Her mother thought back nostalgically on her prosaic existence before the children and uttered a groan that embodied her contempt. She was not the only soul to house contempt. Her next-door-enemy was a tetchy old man who glared contemptuously at any children who neared his domain. He had views the rapscallions from a convenient window and presupposed that nay of them visiting would be deleterious to his remaining sanity. The aberrant child went searchingly off the normal path. She was searching for something deeper than the contempt of her mother, the squabbles of her siblings, and the tetchy old man. All of them saw nothing but faults and hurricanes. As she had no one to emulate, she set off to carve her own way. The old man had found the same piece of soil as she and began to snarl a protest against her presence. The argument was as convoluted as the myriad wrinkles on his face and nothing could be made of it. So the child gave the only response she had: a smile. Truly, anything beyond an innocent's smile is superfluous. There in that prosaic patch of weeds the irresistible force met the immovable object and they settled into a peaceful tolerance. While she never found out the reason behind his argument, she did discover the story behind his wrinkles. They were the scars of a smile.