Nesting Doll

In a fit of rage, driven by terror, he stormed inside, dragging Truda from her bed. She screamed as he threw her from the cottage. He forced her to look at the hoof prints and dragged her by her hair to where they ended. She saw no hoof prints.

“ This is your doing! “ he yelled at her. “ Your mother always said you were a witch! You said you saw the Jackalope! “

“ I'm not a witch! “ Truda yelled back. “ You're as mad as she is! She was lost in the woods, not me! I see no hoof prints and so what of the Jackalope? “

Explain this! “

“ I've never been lost in the woods. You said the woods gobble things up! “

He grabbed Truda by her hair again and dragged her kicking and screaming to the woodpile, yanking the axe from the chopping block. He placed the cold, sharp edge of it to her forehead.





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