Once there was a baby, and she lived happily with her mother, and theirs was a simple, quiet life. But it was not to last.
She was stolen by a man and woman who tried to raise her as their own.
They were not, however, very good parents at all.
And so the child revolted, and in a burst of violence, killed the woman who had stolen her and brought her to this terrible place.
As the woman lay dying, the child thought longingly of her mother, and wondered what her life would come to now.
She sat up straight, resolved, and crawled off to parts unknown, to find the happiness she had lost.
Oooh, too dark for grandma.
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