Girl of Fire

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The little girl was playing with fire in front of the new toolshed. The flames were dancing to her singing although she wasn’t very musical. But when she looked to the stone farmhouse her smile turned curious, hiding her slightly crooked teeth away.

Her mommy and daddy were hugging each other and talking to three old Dwarves with funny, blocky hats. The one with a big, bushy beard, and a staff that seemed to be burning, pointed directly at her. The little girl didn’t like that. 

Then one of the other old Dwarves showed a beautiful, small chest of silver and gold. The little girl had never seen anything so shiny.

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Looking back over her shoulder was difficult when the old Dwarf with the burning staff held her hand and led her down the road. The little girl tried to remove some of her fiery red hair from her face, those strands that always eluded her braid, but it was of little use. She still didn’t know what was going on but she knew that she wanted her mommy and daddy.

The little girl saw that none of the other old Dwarves with the strange hats held the beautiful, small chest anymore.