She tried to not see them, furry gray fingers pulling at the bark, trying to widen the hole she slipped into. Soon it would succeed and she would once again be the slave. She wiggled back through the tree’s trunk, trying to keep away from those gray claws. She pleaded with the fairies to help her and then she was magically standing behind the grove of trees, well away from the gray thing’s grasp. Her wings suddenly repaired and she could fly! And she flew far away.
The Bag Lady 
so nice!
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