'Alright,' Winonya said, as they settled around the dining table that night. Still Elleanor found this quite unusual. There were pointy metal things set out on the table, why do humans need those? She thought to herself, do they use them as survival weapons? Or Tools?
'What are those?' She asked, pointing at the knives and forks.
'There knives and forks,' Peyton said, 'you use them to cut up and eat food.'
'Really?' she gaped incredulously, 'but surely you can eat with your hands?'
'Um I'm afraid not,' Winonya laughed, 'that's classified as rude.'
Rude? How could it be? She after all, had eaten with her hands her whole life. Maybe it was because they were metal? Or was she raised as an animal?
'Well then, I'm sure you all know what month it is,' Mr Boggs said cheerfully.
'Um, December?' Elleanor asked confusingly.
'Yes, which means Christmas,' he exclaimed.
December? Christmas? That rung a bell, it seemed like a song, a melody, from a story she heard as a child.
"Dancing bears, chasing winds"
"Things I almost remember"
"And a song someone sang"
"Once upon a december"
She could picture someone singing it, it was from a story of a girl, who lost her memory......
Maybe that was her.
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Elleanor Scissorhands
FantasyA girl who knows who she is, but the girl who has no memory.... She is the daughter of a unique man: Edward Scissorhands. When she meets Peyton Boggs, the grand-daughter of Kim Boggs, things then start to get a bit better, for herself, and her m...
