“Jack!” Jill cried, grabbing for him.
But the petals were soft, and the rain was endless, and Jill’s hands were growing numb. She felt herself sliding, her own feet skidding on the fragrant carpet.
They never did fetch that pail of dew. But when they finally climbed out, smelling of earth and honey and lost things, the villagers noticed something strange.
“Jack!” Jill cried, grabbing for him.
But the petals were soft, and the rain was endless, and Jill’s hands were growing numb. She felt herself sliding, her own feet skidding on the fragrant carpet.
They never did fetch that pail of dew. But when they finally climbed out, smelling of earth and honey and lost things, the villagers noticed something strange.
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