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| Light streams through the bedroom window.... |
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| Rosie wakes and stretches.... |
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| Getting up, she head downstairs... |
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| Where she takes her seat... |
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| She swings her feet under the table... |
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| She smiles at the smell of egg and bacon... |
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| As Grandpa makes breakfast... |
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| They eat happily together.... |
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| Until the post comes. |
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| Rosie runs to get the post.... |
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| And hands it to Grandpa... |
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| He opens the letter... |
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| While Rosie wait's anxiously... |
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| Grandpa is taken aback by the letter.... |
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| Rosie excitedly demands to know what it says... |
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| Grandpa is troubled how to say what it says... |
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| "I'm sorry, Rosie," he says, ""but your parents..." |
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| "They won't ever be coming back." |
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| A silence falls.... |
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| Rosie feels alone.... |
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| She talks a walk out of the house, beyond the garden wall... |
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| It begins to rain... |
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| Rosie seeks shelter in a tree hollow where she curls up and remembers... |
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| Her dad throwing her in the air.... |
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| And catching her before she falls... |
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| Her mother gently chides and fixes her hair... |
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| The happy days from before.... |
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| Small lights break the darkness... |
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| The lights gather around Rosie.... |
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| One of these lights comes to rest on her knee... |
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| Rosie looks up.... |
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| And finds a faerie there.... |
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| She follows it outside... |
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| To the edge of the brook.... |
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| And spies the mushroom... |
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| All the faerie lights gather there... |
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| Rosie is amazed... |
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| And watches as they fly over her head.... |
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| And they guide her home... |
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| A faerie light shines outside.... |
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| As Rosie goes to bed.... |
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| And falls asleep.... |
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| The next morning... |
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| Rosie wakes... |
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| Gets out of bed.... |
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| And quietly... |
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| She leaves the house... |
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| Running down the path to the brook... |
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| But there are no faeries... |
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| Rosie is disappointed... |
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| But she decides to sit and wait... |
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| And wait.... |
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| Until dark when they may appear again... |
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| Rosie notices they have returned.... |
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| They spread out in every direction.... |
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| One crosses the brook... |
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| Flies close... |
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| Then whizzes by... |
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| Getting up, she follows one to the edge of the brook as it flies away... |
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| Another crosses the water... |
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| Passes behind her... |
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| Then past the hollow tree... |
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| Comes back around.... |
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| Flies across the path... |
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| Into the trees.... |
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| Turns.... |
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| And goes back to the path again... |
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| The the far side of the hollow tree... |
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| Back onto the path.... |
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| Back toward the brook... |
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| Rosie hold her ground.... |
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| Remains in the one spot.... |
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| As it flies around her.... |
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| Before their paths cross... |
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| "I wonder....faerie," she asks... |
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| "Can you grant me..my wish...?" |
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| "A deal with the fey is not for free," the faerie said. |
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| "Do you have anything of worth?" |
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| Rosie gazes up at the apple glowing red-gold in the last sunlight... |
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| She climbs up.... |
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| To the weaker top branches... |
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| She stretches to reach it.... |
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| She's on the tips of her toes.... |
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| A slip.... |
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| So close.... |
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| But the apple... |
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| Is so distant still as Rosie falls and blacks out... |
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| She opens her blurry eyes and sees her parents... |
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| "Rosie..." her mother says softly.... |
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| "Rosie..." her dad calls.... |
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| As they fade to white/black, "It's all right now." They reassure her... |
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| Rosie wakes on the ground where she fell... |
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| Unhurt, she gets up... |
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| And runs back inside to Grandpa.... |
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| Grandpa sheds a tear. |
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| End. |
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