As she walked, dark clouds began to gather in the sky and soon rain began to fall. So, Elizabeth, as she was running through the damp forest, tripped over something moving.
"AHH! OW, what the heck...?!" Elizabeth rubbed her kneecap. "HEY!" A voice came from behind her. "YOU!" "Me...?" She widened her eyes and spun around, wildly. "Where are you?"
"I'm down here. It's not nice to trip over people!" Elizabeth looked down and made eye contact with a skunk. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm trying to find this one tree. A fairy named Duck lives in it."
"Um, you mean Puck? Well, his tree is just over there, next to that boulder shaped like a giraffe."
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The Tale of Elizabeth Orange
Short StoryOnce upon a time there lived a young girl named Elizabeth Orange. Elizabeth was a gardener. Anywho, she was so good that Demeter would often look down from the heavens and admire her handwork. But is she as good as she think she is? Or will she be p...
