by Ruby Forrest
Also, now the juniper-tree started to move, and the branches waved in reverse and advances, first far from each other, and after that together once more, as it may be somebody applauding for bliss. After this a fog came round the tree, and amidst it there was a consuming as of flame, and out of the fire there flew an excellent winged animal, that rose high into the air, singing wonderfully, and when it could no more be seen, the juniper-tree remained there as previously, and the silk tissue and the bones were no more. Little Marleen presently felt as carefree and glad as though her sibling were as yet alive, and she returned to the house and sat down merrily to the table and ate. The winged animal took off and landed on the place of a goldsmith and started to sing: 'My mom slaughtered her little child; My dad lamented when I was gone; My sister adored me best of all; She laid her scarf over me, And took my bones that they may lie Underneath the juniper-tree Kywitt, Kywitt, what a delightful flying creature am I!' The goldsmith was in his workshop making a gold chain, when he heard the melody of the fledgling on his rooftop. He thought it so lovely that he got up and ran out, and as he crossed the limit he lost one of his shoes. Be that as it may, he kept running on into the center of the road, with a shoe on one foot and a sock on the other; despite everything he had on his cook's garment, and still grasped the gold chain and the pliers, thus he stood looking up at the winged creature, while the sun came sparkling splendidly down in the city. 'Flying creature,' he stated, 'how delightfully you sing! Sing me that melody once more.' 'Nay,' said the winged animal, 'I don't sing twice to no end. Give that gold chain, and I will sing it to you once more.' 'Here is the chain, take it,' said the goldsmith. 'Just sing me that once more.' The fowl flew down and took the gold chain in his correct paw, and after that he landed again before the goldsmith and sang: 'My mom executed her little child; My dad lamented when I was gone; My sister adored me best of all; She laid her hanky over me, And took my bones that they may lie Underneath the juniper-tree Kywitt, Kywitt, what a wonderful flying creature am I!' Then he took off, and settled on the top of a shoemaker's home and sang: 'My mom murdered her little child; My dad lamented when I was gone; My sister cherished me best of all; She laid her handkerchief over me, And took my bones that they may lie Underneath the juniper-tree Kywitt, Kywitt, what a delightful flying creature am I!' The shoemaker heard him, and he hopped up and ran out in his shirt-sleeves, and stood gazing toward the fledgling on the rooftop with his hand over his eyes to shield himself from being blinded by the sun. 'Fledgling,' he stated, 'how delightfully you sing!' Then he called through the way to his better half: 'Spouse, turn out; here is a fowl, come and take a gander at it and hear how flawlessly it sings.' Then he called his little girl and the kids, at that point the students, young ladies and young men, and they all kept running up the road to take a gander at the winged creature, and perceived how stunning it was with its red and green plumes, and its neck like shined gold, and eyes like two brilliant stars in its mind. 'Winged animal,' said the shoemaker, 'sing me that tune once more.' 'Nay,' addressed the fledgling, 'I don't sing twice to no end; you should give me something.' 'Spouse,' said the man, 'go into the garret; on the upper rack you will see a couple of red shoes; convey them to me.' The wife went in and got the shoes. 'There, winged creature,' said the shoemaker, 'now sing me that melody once more.' The fledgling flew down and took the red shoes in his left hook, and after that he returned to the rooftop and sang: 'My mom executed her little child; My dad lamented when I was gone; My sister adored me best of all; She laid her scarf over me, And took my bones that they may lie Underneath the juniper-tree Kywitt, Kywitt, what a lovely fowl am I!' When he had completed, he took off. He had the chain in his correct paw and the shoes in his left, and he flew immediately to a factory, and the plant went 'Snap clatter, click rattle, click rattle.' Inside the plant were twenty of the mill operator's men slashing a stone, and as they went 'Hick hack, hick hack, hick hack,' the plant went 'Snap click, click clatter, click clatter.' The feathered creature settled on a lime-tree before the plant and sang: 'My mom murdered her little child; then one of the men left off, My dad lamented when I was gone; two more men left off and tuned in, My sister adored me best of all; then four all the more left off, She laid her bandanna over me, And took my bones that they may lie now there were just eight at work, Underneath And now just five, the juniper-tree. also, now just a single, Kywitt, Kywitt, what a wonderful feathered creature am I!' then he turned upward and the last one had left off work. 'Winged animal,' he stated, 'what a wonderful tune that is you sing! Give me a chance to hear it as well; sing it once more.' 'Nay,' addressed the feathered creature, 'I don't sing twice to no end; give me that grindstone, and I will sing it once more.' 'On the off chance that it had a place with only me,' said the man, 'you ought to have it.' 'Yes, yes,' said the others: 'on the off chance that he will sing once more, he can have it.' The fowl descended, and all the twenty mill operators set to and lifted up the stone with a bar; at that point the fledgling put his head through the opening and took the stone round his neck like a neckline, and flew back with it to the tree and sang— 'My mom slaughtered her little child; My dad lamented when I was gone; My sister cherished me best of all; She laid her scarf over me, And took my bones that they may lie Underneath the juniper-tree Kywitt, Kywitt, what a wonderful flying creature am I!' And when he had completed his tune, he spread his wings, and with the chain in his correct paw, the shoes in his left, and the grinder round his neck, he flew immediately to his dad's home. The father, the mother, and little Marleen were having their supper. 'How carefree I feel,' said the father, 'so satisfied and lively.' 'And I,' said the mother, 'I feel so uneasy, as though an overwhelming rainstorm were coming.' But little Marleen sat and sobbed and sobbed. At that point the fowl came flying towards the house and settled on the rooftop. 'I do feel so upbeat,' said the father, 'and how flawlessly the sun sparkles; I feel similarly as though I would see an old companion once more.' 'Ah!' said the spouse, 'and I am so loaded with trouble and uneasiness that my teeth gab, and I feel as though there were a fire in my veins,' and she tore open her dress; and at the same time little Marleen sat in the corner and sobbed, and the plate on her knees was wet with her tears. The feathered creature presently traveled to the juniper-tree and started singing: 'My mom murdered her little child; the mother close her eyes and her ears, that she may see and hear nothing, however there was a thundering sound in her ears like that of a fierce tempest, and in her eyes a consuming and blazing like lightning: My dad lamented when I was gone; 'Look, mother,' said the man, 'at the wonderful winged animal that is singing so gloriously; and how warm and splendid the sun is, and what a tasty aroma of flavor noticeable all around!' My sister adored me best of all; then little Marleen laid her head down on her knees and wailed. 'I should go outside and see the feathered creature closer,' said the man. 'Ok, don't go!' cried the spouse. 'I feel as though the entire house were on fire!' But the man went out and took a gander at the flying creature. She laid her scarf over me, And took my bones that they may lie Underneath the juniper-tree Kywitt, Kywitt, what a lovely winged animal am I!' With that the fledgling let fall the gold chain, and it fell simply round the man's neck, so it fitted him precisely. He went inside, and stated, 'See, what an awe inspiring fowl that is; he has given me this wonderful gold chain, and looks so lovely himself.' But the spouse was stuck in an unfortunate situation, that she fell on the floor, and her top tumbled from her head. At that point the fowl started once more: 'My mom murdered her little child; 'Ah me!' cried the spouse, 'in the event that I were however a thousand feet underneath the earth, that I won't not hear that tune.' My dad lamented when I was gone; then the lady tumbled down again as though dead. My sister cherished me best of all; 'Well,' said little Marleen, 'I will go out as well and check whether the winged animal will give me anything.' So she went out. She laid her scarf over me, And took my bones that they may lie and he tossed down the shoes to her, Underneath the juniper-tree Kywitt, Kywitt, what a delightful winged creature am I!' And she pr
esently felt very upbeat and happy; she put on the shoes and moved and hopped about in them. 'I was so hopeless,' she stated, 'when I turned out, however that has all passed away; that is for sure an awesome flying creature, and he has given me a couple of red shoes.' The spouse jumped up, with her hair emerging from her head like blazes of flame. 'At that point I will go out as well,' she stated, 'and check whether it will help my wretchedness, for I feel as though the world were arriving at an end.' But as she crossed the limit, crash! the fowl tossed the grindstone down on her head, and she was smashed to death. The father and little Marleen listened to the sound and ran, yet they just observed fog and fire and fire ascending from the spot, and when these had gone, there stood the younger sibling, and he took the father and little Marleen by the hand; at that point they every one of the three cheered, and went inside together and sat down to their suppers and ate.
Hanna- Gale sat the book down, with its piles of stories and information that filled her body and mind with endless comfort. She sighed, feeling better about life, with the lessons of the stories twisting around in her head.
She rinsed and washed her skin and decided that her hair already looked pretty great. She scrubbed and rubbed and made herself feel gorgeous, polished and pretty and lovely. Then she just soaked in the bath for another half hour, enjoying the warmth and the peace.
She could get used to this- she just hoped that she could get the opportunity to keep this house and really enjoy it. Eventually, Hanna- Gale pulled herself out of the tub and drained it. She dried off her skin with a soft towel and went back to the bedroom, sinking onto the bed and moisturizing her skin. She did the whole works, really wanting to feel good today. She had enough issues, she didn’t want poor grooming to be another one. Once she felt silky smooth had put on a little bit of perfume, she was starting to feel a little better about life.
Hanna- Gale smiled and put on some simple, elegant makeup. Smiling, she brushed her hair and sprayed a little product on it to help it keep its style. Simple stud earrings, a necklace and some pretty lingerie and she felt ready to conquer the world.
She rummaged through her case, looking for something to wear that would help her feel better, more comfortable and ready to really take this all on. She decided on a flattering dress that came just above her knees and looked lovely on her.
It hugged all of the right curves and it made her feel beautiful without leaving her feeling uncomfortable. She paired it with low heels and a neat jacket. Checking herself in the mirror, she decided that she was definitely on track to getting her point across.
She felt and looked good, professional and polished. When she unlocked her door, she felt like she had every right to be in this house again, and like she owned it, just as she did. It was an empowering feeling and Hanna- Gale relished it, enjoying the feeling of being on control. She still felt unsettled from the night before, but she was now confident that she could do this.
Hanna- Gale pushed thoughts of Casey out of her head and decided to go and get some breakfast. She packed her purse and her phone, before heading downstairs. She was struck with a sweeping sense of relief that everything was okay downstairs. There was no evidence of anyone else being in the house while she slept and the thought settled her, leaving her to assume that she had left something unlocked the first time.
Hanna- Gale sighed in satisfaction as she wandered out of the house, making sure to lock it all up behind her. She glanced at her car, relieved to see that it was still okay too, so no damage had been done to any of her possessions. She strolled down the street, relishing the sunshine that beat down on her back. She hunted around for a café and was pleased to find a little one only about ten minutes from the house.
She sat down, ordering breakfast and coffee which she ate in relative peace. She skimmed the newspaper for any mention of gang activity as she ate her breakfast and sipped on her coffee. It was a peaceful interlude and Hanna- Gale was starting to feel better about the whole thing.
Lucas has just been using empty threats and Hanna- Gale was in no mood to believe them, or really pay attention to bullies. Everything was going to be just fine- she just needed to focus on the situation at hand and deal with legalities, payment and work.
It would be fine. Hanna- Gale had just convinced herself of this as she walked back to her house. She was feeling better about the whole thing and she opened her door with confidence. She stepped in, shut it behind her and turned around.
And her heart plummeted to the floor. Casey was sitting in her lounge room.
Chapter 5
