Little Betsy
Staring back at her was another person and she was oldddd.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhh
What is it
Ahhhhh.
Little Betsy continues screaming as she alternates between screaming and pointing at that horrendous reflection in the mirror.
Peeking at the mirror again through her fingers, she faints.
Instead of feeling the hard floor, she finds herself cocooned in a warm embrace which smelled of dew and sandalwood. Either way she was far too gone.
Walking through a beautiful meadow she is hand in hand with a man, he looks at her loving as he places yet another flower in her hair. With a goofy smile on her face, she punches him in the gut and takes off.
She didn't get quite far before she is tackled to ground, laughing heartily she reaches up and pokes his nose. He pretends to frown and rubs his nose in the crook of neck, eliciting a gasp from her. He continues for a little while before proceeding to her lips, gently tasting ……
Ewwwwwwwww
Little Betsy woke up with a start, rubbing her lips furiously, she glared at an innocent plant. How dare he kiss her in her dream. That disgusting old man.
Ock, Ack , she futilely dry heaves.
She steps out of bed only to come face to face with that disgusting old man who called her his little wife.
You…. You old potato! what did you do to me? Yelling as she kicks him in the shin.
He jumps holding his shin while glaring at her like she has gone bananas.
Are you feeling well?
Of course!!
I want to see my father. She stamps her foot to emphasize her point.
His eyes goes wide like saucers as he replies, So it's really true.
Gia do you really not recall who I am?
Why should I? Who are you to me?
I am your husba…
Taaaaaaaaaaa
Nooooooo
You crazy old man, noooo, I am not your wife, I will never be your wife. I am getting married to someone else, hmmfff.
She stamps her feet all the way to a tree stump chair and sits.
Never ever ever eveRRRR
He looks at her, uncertain on what to do, he leaves the cottage.
Not quite long after a knock sounds out.
Coming
Shuffling her feet and pouting, she trudges to the door.
Opening it, she sees a pretty little girl in pigtails and a flower tiara looking up at her, she looked weird too.
Hi Gia, I brought you food. Coming in with a tray balanced in her hand.
Little Betsy studies her curiously.
I am Betsy.
Dana
Dana, that is a pretty name just like your tiara, can I get one too please?
Uhhh… okay.. my Mom makes a lot of these every day.
Really!! Thank you..
jumping up and down.
Now settle down, you need to eat, you haven't had anything all day.
Little Betsy nods then proceeds to eat and they talked and talked. When nightfall came they were already close friends.
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