A Tale Before She Sleeps

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...more strong Peter Pan tried to release himself out of the grapping-sticky-magic-mud, more thick it hold his legs. Panick attacked as soon as the Crows of The Death terrifyingly sounded approaching.

At that very moment, came The Princess Fairy dazzling on the afterglow darky air. She's smiling-staring at the shocked flat-face of Peter. "Hey! Just release and fly, little Kid!" shouted The Princess Fairy.

"Stop kidding since this annoying freak mud grasping on my tarsus! Do something with your magic stick!" Peter at the top infuriated.

"Hahaha... Stop dumbing, Kid! Just get rid of that bad-smelled shoes!" Princess laughing-humiliatly seeing to Peter's sticked legs.

"What??!!" Peter screamed in anger.

"Don't "what" yourself, Peter! Just loose your shoes!"

Peter Amazed. She was right! Why didn't he pretend a little smarter: yap.... loose my shoes!

Hop! Then flew Peter followed by laughing Fairy. Her glittering glows spreaded in the air, so the laughter. After seconds, Crows of The Death came on the flock found them nothing!

CLASSICOUSTIC BEGINS

But you said: "I'm not allowed to portray a woman!"

"But I'm sick!"

"But you are still a woman!"

"Right! A sick woman! Not anywoman!"

"Alright. But I'm still not allowed to portray living things!"

"And I'm no longer a living thing!"

"You are alive!"

"Not!"

"You speak!"

"Yes!"

"You ask me to paint you a portrait!"

"Yes!"

"I'm not able to portray a living thing!"

"Alright. Then just portray me, when I'm already dead!"

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