Diana knew something was wrong. Very wrong.
A motherly instinct
warned her with a dropping weight in her chest.
She ran from the
market and searched the house frantically, only to find a note from
the babysitter, saying that they were going to the apple fair in
Shaemoor.
This did nothing to ease the worried mother, who again
raced to the door to search for her daughter.
She opened the door
to a sight she would never forget:
Her tear-cheeked daughter
on the shoulders of a brilliant green and purple plant person.
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