As the story goes, the sun set on the horizon of her first day; THom Elf never revealed that she moved into his house. She wandered into tall grasses and continued the risky business in search of seeds. No longer did she think of the Purple House, Master or Mistress, food crumbs beneath the table in the kitchen, or the cat or kittens that chased her away. She forgot about the sunny window sill where she slept behind the ruffled curtains.






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