Shadows.
Voices. Voices shouting， screaming.
The tiny girl shrank back， cowering，
shadows shifted， drifted closer. She tried
be quiet. No one must know she was here
in bed. she knew. But she couldnTsleeo
out to the barn to pet her pony. ~，.
But Princess wasn t there. Only the voices
shadows.
Quiet. She must be quiet as a mouse. On tiptoe， she
toward the gaping blackness of the barn door flung
to the night.
brother s friend. She would give him a hug. He would feel
better.
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