It was strange how things seemed to happen in Charlotte's short, sad life. They had seemed to be going along perfectly; there was no hardship for her to complain of, nor were there even the slightest of mishaps for her to think back on and reminisce. And then Charlotte arrived in the Wilds and things took a sharp turn downhill, just as she did that very evening. You see, she had never been a particularly smart girl, and her attention span wasn't the longest. She wasn't really coordinated and her elongated features didn't help much, so when she stepped out a little too far in the icy weather, it wasn't hard for poor Charlotte to take her final tumble down the staircase of life. She yelped and yipped as she knocked against rocks on her way down, but it all ended in a moment of eery silence and Charlotte staring into the night.
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