Here. Listen.
I’ll tell you a story.
Listen.
Once upon a time there was a girl. She was probably about twelve or thirteen, but that was an age when children were older than their years and expected to do real work and help with the harvest, so perhaps she was only nine or ten.
Her hood wasn’t red. Red dye is expensive and doesn’t hold well, and
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And really looking forward to the rest. Thank you for sharing! :)
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This, I very much like. And would suggest it to publish, if ever you choose to make a series of fairy stories along this line.
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Did notice one typo, though. I'm assuming the Grandmother was pressing her face into the wolf's shoulder. Facts are rather difficult to manipulate in such a manner.
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