One day, 

While scaling the heights of the medicine cabinet,
where lay the Chewable Vitamin C - 'safely out of reach' -
there occurred an earthquake.  
It wasn't huge, but bad enough. And so she freaked.

Even after the quaking stopped, she was still freaking,
and in her head the spooky, curly music began to play. 
She sat on the bath, to figure out what happened - 
why, and what it all meant.. 

Carefully and thoroughly, 
she began to compute the juxtaposition of events:
the stealing of the chewable vitamin c, 
her habit - recently remarked - 
of telling the most lurid of lies, 
plus the earthquake, plus various other details, 
corroborations and meaningless coincidence.  

And then, 
after a further while and a fanfare, 
her budding brain printed 
the following conclusion:
  
"it was my fault"