Two little girls on of a snow bank coming home from school. “We are queens of the castle!” yelled one. “Wait, what’s that?” screeched the other, pointing to a dark object making its way along the road. It crept closer and closer, making an eerie rustling sound. The winter twilight made it hard to see clearly. Maybe some strange animal -- and it kept advancing. The two girls clutched each other in fear, afraid to attract its attention. Finally, torn between panic and being late for supper, they bolted. Discovering, then, a harmless paper bag drifting in the breeze.
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