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Day 2 → Write a short story/scene using the following words: luscious, debilitating, sunny and brick.

Aubrey sat with her back to the other children trying her hardest to ignore their shenanigans.
She had been warned not to let them stir any trouble that day.
She had been warned not to let them spoil their dinners.
Her pleas and warnings to her siblings to behave had fallen on deaf ears.
What child in their right mind would give up the chance to go blackberry picking on a sunny day?

Knowing that her protests would be futile against the promise of an afternoon of luscious berry tasting, Aubrey had set down a few rules.
Rule one. All berry picking was to be done by the stream so that hands and faces could be washed quickly if an unwanted visitor or parent happened upon them.
Rule two. No berry was to be placed inside any garment of clothing due to staining
Rule three. No berries were to be eaten within her eyesight so that she could honestly say that she had not seen the children eat a single berry.

Aubrey sat on a mossy rock, her bare feet dangling in the cool waters of the babbling brook. She had always loved this little stream. As a child, she had planned it as her escape route if ever she were followed by a wicked witch. Everyone knew that witches couldn't cross running water. Aubreys father had even made her some stepping stones to pacify her and ensure her of her safety in such a situation.  Her only fear in that scenario was that the witch would strike her with some debilitating curse before she made it to safety but her father had told her that moss people would protect her as she had a gentle soul and a kind heart.

A shot from behind her pulled her from her memories. A cocophony of shouts for her brother Conn brought her to her feet before she even realised she was standing. She could see him, crouched over, further up the stream. She ran to him as quickly as she could.

'Conn! Conn! What is it? Are you hurt?'

The child turned his head towards her shaking it from side to side. His eyes were filled with fear.

'No. I'm not hurt, but Aubrey... look....'

Aubrey looked at the spot where her brother was pointing. There was a peculiar ripple of water swirling around what appeared to be an old brick in the middle of the water.

'Conn, it is a brick. You gave me such a fright, I thought you were injured'.

'No, Aubrey! Look at it!'

The urgency in his voice startled her. She stepped further into the stream to inspect the brick. There appeared to be some writing on the surface. As the symbols became letters, the recognition of the words forced a gasp to escape her lips.

'Aubrey, Aubrey, pure and fair
Cross this water if you dare
A young child stolen years ago
Will now inflict an awful woe.
Aubrey, Aubrey find your home
For soon you shall be all alone.'


'Aubrey! What does it mean? What is going to happen?'

'I don't know Conn, but we need to leave her now!'

The other children began to whimper in fear.

'We all need to leave her now. GO GO GO!'

The children grabbed their belongings quickly and began to run towards their nearest farm. Aubrey's heart was pounding in her chest. What could all this mean? How was her name on the brick? She knew no other Aubrey. It had to have been for her. What child was stolen? What woe? She needed to speak to her grandmother, that much she knew. Her grandmother knew things that other people didnt. She would understand what the message meant.

Sitting on the opposite side of the brook, a hare watched the children scarper into the distance. She twitched her tail in delight. This plan was going even better than hoped. They hadn't expected the children to discover the brick for at least another 10 tides. Soon Aubrey would be home. Soon peace would be restored. Soon she would be able to return to her human body and leave the confines of the hare behind and reign her lands once again.


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