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| It was a dark, damp winter morning in the early Victorian streets of London. Petrulanga looked sadly at the hole in her shoe and wished fertvently that she could earn enough money today to buy a new pair. She looked at the tray held infront of her by a leather strap around her shoulders. This held her matchboxes and maybe, just maybe, she would sell enough to buy herself a new pair of shoes. She stopped outside a toy shop window. It was Christmas time and the window looked beautiful, full of toys for the children of the rich. |
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| As she watched this magical scene she thought she saw this figure wave to her. She wiped her eyes incredulously and looked again. The figure she saw was a wizard and he was walking towards her and growing in size. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut for a few moments. When she opened them, he was stood in front of her full-sized. The glass from the shop window had completely disappeared. He was much taller than her and he looked down on her with piercing blue eyes. |
| He spoke to her in an unsual accent. "Hello Pet" he said. Nothing was said for a while yet she seemed to know his thoughts. Then he spoke again. "Come with me my Pet, to my home in West Wanton, to my lands. I will look after you. I will be your protector. You will want for nothing". Her head was spinning. Words would not come. What would she miss here? She had no-one. She felt safe with this stranger. "Erm" she said. "Would I be able to eat pigs trotters, jellied eels and pease pudding?" He laughed softy. |
| Taking her hand he replied. "In my cooking pot you will be able to cook anything that your heart desires. There are just two things that I would ask of you. Firstly, that you will call me either Master or Sir for it is MY land that you enter. Secondly, that you take this leather strap and attach it to your wrist for I need to hold onto you to transport you to my home. But be warned. Once the strap is attached it cannot be removed although it will become invisible and you will not become aware of it." She looked at the strap from the tray around her neck and thought - One strap is just like another. "Ok, Sir" she answered. "I will go with you". They both disappeared into thin air............. |
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