Will wound the bright red scarf round his neck and set off through the woods to check on his grandmother. He didn’t particularly want to go, she always found ways to criticise him when he visited, but he’d promised his mother he’d drop in while she was away.
He entered the cottage, calling out to the old woman as he did so. He received no answer, which didn’t greatly surprise him, she rarely sounded pleased to see him. He went up the stairs and knocked on the bedroom door, where a quiet voice bade him come in.
He looked at the occupant of the bed and said, “Your skin looks better than Grandma’s.”
“I’ve changed my diet,” the old woman replied.
“In fact you’re considerably better looking than Grandma.”
“And you’re a pretty one, too.”
“And it smells like you’re a better cook than Grandma.”
“It’s old meat, it needs cooking long and slow. Why don’t you come over here, so we can entertain ourselves until dinner is ready?”
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Date: 2015-11-06 03:35 pm (UTC)He entered the cottage, calling out to the old woman as he did so. He received no answer, which didn’t greatly surprise him, she rarely sounded pleased to see him. He went up the stairs and knocked on the bedroom door, where a quiet voice bade him come in.
He looked at the occupant of the bed and said, “Your skin looks better than Grandma’s.”
“I’ve changed my diet,” the old woman replied.
“In fact you’re considerably better looking than Grandma.”
“And you’re a pretty one, too.”
“And it smells like you’re a better cook than Grandma.”
“It’s old meat, it needs cooking long and slow. Why don’t you come over here, so we can entertain ourselves until dinner is ready?”