Poor Little Alice

 Poor little Alice! For she could not see the beautiful night. For she had been tied to a chair and could only stare into the unfriendly darkness. Little Alice whaled and pouted. All she wanted was to be out. The smell of rotten chowder could not be tolerated by her any longer. But the tiny girl realized she had to be stronger because tonight she wouldn't be set free. Little Alice did not worry. She brought along her friend, Bravery. Safety was nowhere to be found. She hid somewhere. Alice did not know where she went. Alice could not bend but she prayed for her little friend, Safety. 
"How dare they take me!" She shouted in her soft little voice, with the hint of an English accent. 
The rest of the night she prayed, and prayed, and prayed.

The End

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