"Hey! Wake up!" A voice, hollow and distant.
"Are you alive?" Oooh, the darkness is so warm. Maybe-maybe I can just relax for a while. It...burns? My, it burns!
Hnnf! What in the-oh goodness I feel-the darkness, yes. The darkness. I'll just-ow-let go-
Mary Poppins.
Something I know. I recognize that. But why?
Miss Poppins, you can open your eyes.
Miss? Poppins, Poppins, Poppins, why-oh that's me isn't it!
Poppins. Open your eyes.
"Oh, my! Where am I?"
You're here now.
"Where are you?"
Also here.
"You saved me?"
I did not.
"Then how am I here?"
You shook hands with a chimney sweep ma'am.
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A Spoonful
FanfikceA young Miss Poppins is saved from drowning by a street rat, but there are a few complications. No worries, the old gods of the chimney sweeps resurrect Mary, but at an eternal debt. Now she and this young boy must navigate their deification, fates...
