Over the next few weeks,
she lifted several more of the odd little creatures out of the cobbles.
Finally, she asked
a local friend if she’d ever seen them and knew where they came from and her
friend turned pale as a ghost. “Chicka, you shouldn’t mess with them. Just
leave them be.”
Laughing, she
dismissed her friend.
Seriously, her
friend said, “Don’t let them scratch you.”
She remembered this
the day she felt a small prick on her finger as she lifted one out.
As it waddled away,
she felt herself shrinking, shrinking, till she dropped between the cobbles.
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