Asleep on it was his daughter, fretting fitfully in her sleep. As he strode over to her slowly, each step became harder as the heat sapped the strengt... from his legs. The moment his foot crossed into the unburnt area, the heat in the air died down to normal. The air was clean and free of smoke, clear enough to breath comfortably, and he sucked it in greedily. Calling her name to try and wake her, he reached down and gingerly tried to scoop his daughter up into his arms. The fresh burns running. Everyone loved Sadsorrowe, even the grouchy old spinsters who seem to hate everyone in the village. Now, news had travelled to the Prince’s ear that there was a beautiful peasant girl by the name of Sadsorrowe, whose beauty surpassed all the maidens in his kingdom. Her name, Sadsorrowe haunted him like a siren’s song every single day and night. Sadsorrowe…Sadsorrowe…That was all the Prince could hear. Longing to meet her, the Prince organised a hunting expedition that would enable him to travel. Is Wendy here?" Yeah," Our doomsayer opened a space for us to squeeze through. "She helping her mother with dinner. Wait on the couch. I am pissed off, Rod, but I'm patient enough to hear your story. Tell a good one, and you can join us. Tell the wrong one, and you'll be first course."We sat ourselves right down, eager to submit. If we had been dogs, we would have rolled on our backs. Rod answered, "I'm not going to lie, sir, but it was a crazy thing. I still don't know what happened, but this. I always hike my skirt up a little higher when I goto her class. She totally wants me.”Beth pulled the car around the corner and stopped atthe bottom of a driveway. Carly ran out and dropped anewspaper on the doorstep. When she returned to thecar, she asked “Where’s our first stop today?”Her mother checked the note pinned to the sun visor.“Number 23. Mrs. Lewis.”“Oh good. Mrs. Lewis is easy. I just have to lie there,and she does stuff to me. Last time,.