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| The Ginger Bread House |
| There stands a deceitful house away from prying eyes. Peaceful woods hide its terrifying and evil lies. Bright candies and sweets conceal the dark force within. In that house it happens - the ultimate sin. It's quite mad to eat children - this is true. To hear her speak, you'd think her evil thru and thru. Don't blame the witch I say! You cannot go the places I may. With my tiny paws and light patter, The house doesn't think that I matter. I saw it weaving its insidious spell, It turned her mind into a vicious hell. They killed the poor insane witch today. Her name was Alora, was what I wanted to say. She was once beautiful, sweet, and kind, Before the house molded and twisted her mind. I saw her die with great sorrow. She'll only be replaced on the morrow. Even now the house has begun an evil plan. Its calling out enticingly to the woodsman. I shudder to think about that axe in his hand. I wish I was able to cry warning throughout the land! Alas I am only a tiny voiceless mouse. I cannot be heard to warn anyone about the house. I am writing this tiny not to you, dear friend. The house is tricky and its evil knows no end. Whomever you are reading this note. Heed the words that I wrote. It's too late for the woodsman who was a nice guy. He's already been taken in by the house's lie. I hope that the house doesn't realize that its magic, Has forever changed me - though tragic. No more am I a normal little mouse. I've soaked up the magic of the house. Though I am not liable to kill. This is an evil thing still. What mouse can write and think this way? Being unable to help is torture I say! I'll put this not in a bottle and float it down the river. I sincerely hope you believe it, though it may give you a shiver. And so I watch and impatiently wait, Hoping justice will be dealt by the hand of fate. Sincerely yours, from the Ginger Bread House. Your friend, Walter J. Mouse. |