They jumped up and put out the fire and were immejutly
attacked by five great wolves. The next day the little girl was
rambelling through the woods when they saw her and took her
prisoner. After she had confessed that she had stole the eggs
they told her to raise an army. They would have to fight over the
nests of eggs and whoever one would have the eggs. So the
partridge raised a great army of all kinds of birds except robins
and the little girl got all the robins and foxes and bees and
wasps. And best of all the little girl had a gun and plenty of
ammunishun. The leader of her army was a wolf. The result of the
battle was that all the birds were killed except the partridge and
the bluejay and they were taken prisoner and starved to death.
The little girl was then taken prisoner by a witch and cast into a
dunjun full of snakes where she died from their bites and people
who went through the forrest after that were taken prisoner by her
ghost and cast into the same dunjun where they died. About a year
after the wood turned into a gold castle and one morning
everything had vanished except a piece of a tree.
PETER CRAIG.
(DAN, WITH A WHISTLE:--"Well, I guess nobody can say Peter can't
write fiction after THAT.
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