Rose hummed ‘Pop Goes The Weasel’, a memorable song from her childhood as she watered her roses, her fingertips brushing against the soft petals of the delicate flowers. She turned to go inside her house to retrieve a kitchen knife to slice some thorns off the stalks and when returning with it in hand, she caught sight of you approaching. A bit of a hidden smile ghosted her lips as she tilted her head, speaking when you were in hearing distance. “Hello, traveler. What are you doing…so far away from town? There are many dangers in these woods, you know.”
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