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[ The vine tunes in slowly and you can hear a child's voice, a girl's, mid-sentenced: --like this? and then a small gasp of surprise as the video focus a little bit more. There is, in fact, a girl. She's small and thin, about ten-years-old with long hair and dressed in a simple skirt, a navy blouse and a girly shirt with floral pattern, her legs covered by black thighs and some shoes that are a little dirty from the grass. She's crouched, talking to a cat and not looking frightened at all - talking animals is not a novelity for the little girl, it seems. She looks at the video feed and smiles politely, before turning to the black cat and petting its head with a small thank you before rising to her feet. She seems a little hesitant, as if shy, and then waves a small hand at the mirror. ]
Hello, [ she says in her little voice. She's very clearly British, but has a bit of an Edinburgh accent as well. She's shy but she is not afraid. ] The cat has told me this is not an island like the Island of Aunts but rather a Garden. [ She stops, bringing a finger to her lips as if thinking, looking at her shoes. ] You see, I have been, er, not-kidnapped before and I was a bit scared at first, but then I wasn't... I don't remember eating any cheese and tomato sandwich this time, though...
[ She looks at the mirror as if expecting it to turn into a television. She feels a little bit silly, but not too much; she has seen stranger things, like a stoorworm that worried his thoughts would be lost half-way through his body and a mermaid that had a habit of chewing gum. She is not afraid of strange things anymore, but she is uncertain. ]
I, I don't mind if the creatures need help, like back on the island, but, you see, I don't want my mother and father to worry again, like they did, and then they will call the police and... Well, it's a very big mess, really. Maybe you should give them a phone call? To say that I have been not-kidnapped again? I do need to return eventually, though. If, if that's all right? You see, the aunts left the Island to me and Fabio and we promised to go back. Not right now, of course. But when we're needed.
Oh, my name is Minette Danby. It's nice to meet you.
Hello, [ she says in her little voice. She's very clearly British, but has a bit of an Edinburgh accent as well. She's shy but she is not afraid. ] The cat has told me this is not an island like the Island of Aunts but rather a Garden. [ She stops, bringing a finger to her lips as if thinking, looking at her shoes. ] You see, I have been, er, not-kidnapped before and I was a bit scared at first, but then I wasn't... I don't remember eating any cheese and tomato sandwich this time, though...
[ She looks at the mirror as if expecting it to turn into a television. She feels a little bit silly, but not too much; she has seen stranger things, like a stoorworm that worried his thoughts would be lost half-way through his body and a mermaid that had a habit of chewing gum. She is not afraid of strange things anymore, but she is uncertain. ]
I, I don't mind if the creatures need help, like back on the island, but, you see, I don't want my mother and father to worry again, like they did, and then they will call the police and... Well, it's a very big mess, really. Maybe you should give them a phone call? To say that I have been not-kidnapped again? I do need to return eventually, though. If, if that's all right? You see, the aunts left the Island to me and Fabio and we promised to go back. Not right now, of course. But when we're needed.
Oh, my name is Minette Danby. It's nice to meet you.