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Anaëlle followed, of course, taken now with this long legged who treated her with kindness. Her green eyes stared up, up, up! Up into the forest of the long legged!

Oh, that is…very big question! She tittered out nervously, voice like that of a songbird in a window.

I would like..safe place. Somewhere it is not cold, with no teeth. Too many long leggeds had tried to chow upon the little maiden. Her mind soared into romantic fantasies of a life she had never once led.

Oh woe! How she longed for it, to taste the honey she could almost smell, the scent of dough in the air! But she could not, even as her mouth salivated.