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Another yawn passed all over her body. The warm wind of the early evening lulled her while she was waking up. Alice enjoyed that nap more than she could hope for. She stretched her legs, feeling the cotton on her skin. Then she noticed the weak continuous rumble of the big fountain in her garden. How much time was she sleeping? She probably missed some cartoon on tv. Sometimes sloth cannot be controlled at all. It takes some serious willpower.
Alice stepped up, on her legs, enjoying that warm sensation of being awake from an intense slumber. Finally, she jumped when a beastly fuss erupted from behind her. A big bush whose leaves trembled without control. A pointy beak emerged slowly.
-A duck? An ugly little snowy duckling? - Alice felt relieved. However…how much noise could such a little creature make such fuss?
-QUACK! - the duckling jumped on Alice making her tumble to the ground. The girl laughed as the tiny feathers touched her exposed neck. She squirmed for a few seconds, asking the creature to stop and leave her alone. Suddenly she didn’t feel anything. She realized that her assailant was a few meters away, looking puzzled at her. Feeling a need for vindication Alice jumped on her knees and shouted.
-I’ll get you for this!
That chase took a lot out of Alice. The little duckling seemed to speed away every time she got closer. However, one who has siblings knows quite well how to make the best of a seemingly impossible chase. While running along a big oak tree, Alice jumped forward catching her prey. It lasted just a moment, as her hands caught the duckling her head entered a hollow tree trunk. She fit right in like a glove. Nonetheless, the problem started as she moved again. At the time it seemed like that narrow place shrunk as her hips passed through. Alice struggled in the dark, she couldn’t move. Then, as a humorous bonus, the duckling hopped away from her hands to the other side of the trunk. The animal turned to her one last time like he was about to say “You wanted some trouble? Enjoy it”.
It was hard for Alice to think straight. Her candid dress was getting dirty and torn by that trunk and she was an unwilling prisoner of that silly thing that is called “wild nature”. Every struggle was in vain. She laid down not knowing how to deal with this predicament.
Sometime later, difficult to quantify as time seemed to pass quite slowly in a tree trunk, Alice perceived some footsteps in the grass. She moved her legs as much as she could while asking for help from anyone who could hear her. The steps stopped. Every sound sounded far away. Alice blushed as she felt some hands touching her legs. Those fingers felt tiny, yet they knew exactly where to go. Alice tried to kick away without making progress. Then another feeling. Fresh air, under her toes. Someone was taking off her shoes. There wasn’t time to say anything. She felt her socked soles massaged. A moment of comfort. She slammed her hands up and down trying to get free. Many fingers where tickled her through her socks. She begged to stop as the sensation passed through her. Tears formed in her eyes and a thin layer of sweat covered her entire body.
Stop, stop, she begged but nobody answered. Alice could faintly hear laughing outside the trunk. That torture felt unjustified. Then something stranger hit her. Someplace else was touched. Alice felt strange, warmer than usual.
A few minutes later she was left alone. Whoever “attacked” her was long gone. With one last attempt, Alice finally got free. As she stood again on the green meadows, she looked down. Someone had stolen both her black shoes and her socks. They were nowhere to be seen.
She looked up, where the trees meet the sky. Twilight was almost there. It was time to return home. She blushed again while walking. It was a weird feeling, stepping barefoot on the grass. It was a while since she was allowed to do it.
“What a weird evening” she said to herself.

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Another yawn passed all over her body. The warm wind of the early evening lulled her while she was waking up. Alice enjoyed that nap more than she could hope for. She stretched her legs, feeling the cotton on her skin. Then she noticed the weak continuous rumble of the big fountain in her garden. How much time was she sleeping? She probably missed some cartoon on tv. Sometimes sloth cannot be controlled at all. It takes some serious willpower.
Alice stepped up, on her legs, enjoying that warm sensation of being awake from an intense slumber. Finally, she jumped when a beastly fuss erupted from behind her. A big bush whose leaves trembled without control. A pointy beak emerged slowly.
-A duck? An ugly little snowy duckling? - Alice felt relieved. However…how much noise could such a little creature make such fuss?
-QUACK! - the duckling jumped on Alice making her tumble to the ground. The girl laughed as the tiny feathers touched her exposed neck. She squirmed for a few seconds, asking the creature to stop and leave her alone. Suddenly she didn’t feel anything. She realized that her assailant was a few meters away, looking puzzled at her. Feeling a need for vindication Alice jumped on her knees and shouted.
-I’ll get you for this!
That chase took a lot out of Alice. The little duckling seemed to speed away every time she got closer. However, one who has siblings knows quite well how to make the best of a seemingly impossible chase. While running along a big oak tree, Alice jumped forward catching her prey. It lasted just a moment, as her hands caught the duckling her head entered a hollow tree trunk. She fit right in like a glove. Nonetheless, the problem started as she moved again. At the time it seemed like that narrow place shrunk as her hips passed through. Alice struggled in the dark, she couldn’t move. Then, as a humorous bonus, the duckling hopped away from her hands to the other side of the trunk. The animal turned to her one last time like he was about to say “You wanted some trouble? Enjoy it”.
It was hard for Alice to think straight. Her candid dress was getting dirty and torn by that trunk and she was an unwilling prisoner of that silly thing that is called “wild nature”. Every struggle was in vain. She laid down not knowing how to deal with this predicament.
Sometime later, difficult to quantify as time seemed to pass quite slowly in a tree trunk, Alice perceived some footsteps in the grass. She moved her legs as much as she could while asking for help from anyone who could hear her. The steps stopped. Every sound sounded far away. Alice blushed as she felt some hands touching her legs. Those fingers felt tiny, yet they knew exactly where to go. Alice tried to kick away without making progress. Then another feeling. Fresh air, under her toes. Someone was taking off her shoes. There wasn’t time to say anything. She felt her socked soles massaged. A moment of comfort. She slammed her hands up and down trying to get free. Many fingers where tickled her through her socks. She begged to stop as the sensation passed through her. Tears formed in her eyes and a thin layer of sweat covered her entire body.
Stop, stop, she begged but nobody answered. Alice could faintly hear laughing outside the trunk. That torture felt unjustified. Then something stranger hit her. Someplace else was touched. Alice felt strange, warmer than usual.
A few minutes later she was left alone. Whoever “attacked” her was long gone. With one last attempt, Alice finally got free. As she stood again on the green meadows, she looked down. Someone had stolen both her black shoes and her socks. They were nowhere to be seen.
She looked up, where the trees meet the sky. Twilight was almost there. It was time to return home. She blushed again while walking. It was a weird feeling, stepping barefoot on the grass. It was a while since she was allowed to do it.
“What a weird evening” she said to herself.