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Episode
Six
Six growing old skirgwl dog in the grass
You mean the which the waste pphe quivd a voice seemed to have gone strange with feair astonishment i am sad lady
And let that teach you to meddle with things are belong to me
I don't think i did there must be some stiak sophicrooked
The man was now staring at her n utter horror
Though she could not see why no mistake miss hatter said the which come gas ston
She turned and swept to the shop door
While the man was humbly opening it for her
She turned back to sophie by the way you won't be able to tell anyone you're under a spell
She said the shopdog told like a funeral bell as she left
Sophie put her hands to her face
Wondering what the man had stared at she felt soft lethery wrinkles
She looked at her hands
They were wrinkled too and skinny with large vees in the back and knockles like nobs
She pulled her gry skirt against her legs
And looked down at skinny descrapit ankles and feet which had made her shoes all nobly they were the legs of someone about ninety
And they seem to be real
So if he got herself to the mirror
And found she had to hobble the face in the mirror was quite calm
Because it was what she expected to see
It was the face of a gant old woman wizthered and browish surrounded by whispy
White hair
Herown eyes
Yellow and water try stared out
Ouither looking rather tragic
Don't worry old thing
So he said to the face you look quite healthy besides
This is much more like you really are
She thought about her situation quite calmly everything seemed to have gone calm and remote
She was not even particularly angry with the which of the waste
Well
Of course
I shall have to do for her
When i get the chance
She told herself
But meanwhile if let tting motha can stand being one another i can stand being like this
But i can't stay here
Fanny would have a fit
Let's see this great dress is quite suitable
But i shall need my shore and some food
She hubbled over to the shop door
And carefully put up the closed notice
Her joints creeped
She moved
She had to walk about and slow
But she was relieved to discover that she was quite a haloed woman
She did not not feel a week or ill just give she hubbled to collect her shaore wrappted over her head and shoulders as old women did then she shuffled through into the house
Where she collected her purse with a few coins in it and a parstl of bread and cheese
She led herself out of the house
Carefully hiding the key in the usual place and hubled away down the street
Surprised that how calm she still felt
She did wonder
If she should say goodbye to matha a
But she did not like the idea of matha not knowing her
It was best just to go
So if he decided
She would write to both her sisters
When she got
Wherever she was going and shuffled on through the field
Whether fair had been over the bridge and on into the country lanes beyond it was a warm spring day
So if he discovered that being a croone did not stop her enjoying the site and smell of may in the hedrrows
Though the site was a little blurd
Her back began to ache she hobbled steddly enough
But she needed a stick
She searched the hedges
As she went for a loose staker on kind evidently her eyes were not as as good as had had
She thought she saw a stick ck mile or so on
But when she hold on it
It proved to be the bottom end of an old skycrow
Someone had thrown into the hedge
So if he aved the thing upriright it had a wiza turnit for her face
So he found she had some fellow feeling for it instead of pulling it to pieces and taking the stick
She stuck it between two branches of the hedge
Ch that it stood ood omoming rakkshly above the may with the tatent ssleeves on its stick arms
Flottering over the hetch there
She said
And her cracked old voice surprised her into giving a crack old cackle of laughter ter neither of us are up too much
Oh
With my friend
Maybe youll get back to your field
If i leave you
Where people can see you
She set off up the lane again
But a thought strucker and she turned back now
If i wasn't dooed to failure because of my position in the family
She told the sarcrow
You could come to life and offer me help in making my fortune
But i wish you luck anyway
She ccled again
And she walked on
But she was a little mad
But then old women often were she found a stick and hhor so later
When she sat down on the bank to rest and eat her bread and cheese
There were noises in the hedge behind her and little stranggled squeakings followed by heavings
That should made pettles off the hedge
So if he crawled on her bony needs to peer past leaves and flowers and thorns into the inside of the hedge
And discovered a thin in grade dog in there
It was hopelessly trapped by a stoustick
Which had somehow got twisted into a rope
That was taghround its neck
The stick had waged itself between two branches at the hedge
So that the dog could barely move it rolled its eyes wildlet sophiis peering face as a go
So if he was scared of all dogs
Even as node woman
She was quite alarmby by the two rows of white fangs and the creatures open jors
But she said to herself the way i am now it's scarcely worth worrying about and felt in her sowing pocket for her scissors
She reached into the head with the scissors and sared away
The rope broound the dog's neck
The dog was very wild
It flinched away from her and and wound
But soofe soared bravely on your staff or throtled to death my friend
She told the dog and her cracked told voice
Unless
You let me cut you loose in fact
I think someone has tried to throtle you already
Maybe that accounts for your wildness
The rope had been tied quite tiped around the dog's neck
And the stick had been twisted viciously into it
It took a lot of sowing before the rope parted
And the dog was able to drag itself out from under the stick
Would you like some bread and cheese
So vey asked it then
But the dog just growed that her
Her forced its way out through the opposite side of the head and slunk away
There's gratitude for you
Soviy said rubbing her prickle arms
But you left me a gift in spite of yourself
She pulled the stick
That had trapped the dog out of the hedge
And found it was a proper walking stick well trimmed and tipped with iron safe
He finished her bread and cheese
And set off walking again
The lane became steeper and steeper
And she found the stick a great help
It was also something to talk to
So if he thupped along with a will chatting to a stick
After all old people often talked to themselves
There's two encounters
She said
And not a scrap of magical gratitude from either
Still you're a good stick
I'm not grumbling
But i'm surely due to have a third encounter magical or not in fact
I insist on one
I wonder what it will be