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Jack, Sylvia, and Dame Lorelai jump at the sound of a heavy fist beating on the door, and Maigret and the mouselings stop their chewing for just a moment.
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Meanwhile, Maigret and the little ones seize the opportunity offered by a confusing switch to alliance between feline Sylvia and daring mouse Jack, and the flickering arrival and resizing of Wynken, Blynkin, and Nod, as well as the rolling arrival of the wheel of cheese just outside their mousehole; they had to help their father to fetch the family feast, and so began to gnaw at the rind and tear out tiny sections for their dinner.
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Part 4
A wheel of cheese will always roll faster than a flat-bottomed bowl heavy with creamed herring, especially if the herring’s path is blocked by a platter heaped with cold sausages and a basket of heavy brown bread.
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His hands are tiny, true enough, but they’re as long and strong as needed to get the job done; it’s just past midnight, and Sylvia would be fast asleep and curled snug against Lorelai’s backside, thus no one to foil his plan.
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Sonja gazed around the property at the end of the peaceful neighborhood block: the perfect two-story house with its tiny back porch and wooden rocker, a colorful light shawl draped over an armrest; the tidy garden with its newly planted and wide-spaced blooms; black tuxedo cat half-napping under dense shrubbery hugging the side of the house; four sweetly curved granite steps leading up to a cheerful purple door.
“Purple,” she muttered, looking uneasily at the neighbors peeking out at her from behind lace curtains, noting “Definitely suspicious that the address in question in this sweet little neighborhood has a purple door.”
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Goldie awoke. Daylight streamed through the thin fabric of the kitchen curtains. She’d been up late the night before, tending to her mother, who was never sick enough to seek aid from the healer, but never well enough to rise from her own bed in their own one-bed cottage. Continue reading
Happiest Winter Solstice. The days get longer from here on in! 
Delighted and honored to be published (as alter-ego Tessa Kjeldsdottir) in Eternal Haunted Summer’s Winter Solstice e-zine (https://eternalhauntedsummer.com/)! Click on the link for full access to this issue’s poetry, short stories, and essays, and more.
Click (https://eternalhauntedsummer.com/issues/winter-solstice-2024/fortunes-path/ ) to go directly to my short story “Fortune’s Path”, a Hansel & Gretel re-visioning, with a surprise ending.
Many thanks to Karen, Kate and Alice for beta-reading and encouragement!
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