Hello dearie….

A cautionary tale.

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In the warm Spring sunshine a gentle breeze rippled through the garden and underneath the shelter of the large cherry tree, something stirred in amongst the shadows.

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The old hag quietly waits and gradually emerges……….

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Her patience is duly rewarded when she spies her quarry and quickly makes a move.

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She breaks the cover of darkness and glides silently, almost wraith like across the expanse before her.

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She approaches the young girl who has hair as black as ebony, lips as red as the rose and skin as white as the snow. “Hello dearie……..”

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She is ready (at last) to ensnare her prey. “Have a bite of my magic wishing apple and look into my eyes……..”

The rest, as they say, is history. x