"ba, ba, black sheep. Have you any wool?" the small girl sang. Her wooden stick, she had previously picked up, was clanging against the metal fence.
"Marie, come for dinner!" a woman's voice rang. Mother. The girl ran down through the woods, over the bridge and across the lane. The little girl skipped across the driveway.
"Mama I'm home!" she squealed as she entered the door. The house was slightly different than usual but she didn't notice. The girl was too focused on food. Mother stood at the table. Another mother stood at the kitchen table.
"Darling, come here, she's not your mother." I hear a snarl from the table mother.
"But mummy, you won't hurt me. The other mummy has a sharp knife! Mummy!" The girl trusted the woman at the table more than the woman at the kitchen. She chose the wrong mother. Dinner was not for the girl. It was the girl.
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Ik. Ik. It's awful but hey. At least I have updated on time
