The Old Lady & The Fayre

Katlyn swung happily off Mum's arm, scarf wrapped around her neck and hat jammed over her fair hair. The tips of her ears were red, as was her nose, but the snow crunched satisfyingly under her boots as they walked.

"Now," her Mum said when they drew close to the church hall. "There will be lots of people inside, so I don't wan't you to run off and get lost, okay?"

"Okay," Katlyn replied, craning her neck to see inside. The smell of mulled wine and mince pies drifted tantalisingly towards her, drawing her into the warmth.

Mother and daughter entered the church hall fresh faced and breathless from their walk. They spent a moment by the door, taking in the sight.

Tables had been set out all round the room, and each one was piled high with all sorts of goodies. Home made chutneys competed for space with baby mittens, whilst children crammed closer around the "Create Your Own Cookies" stall.

Katlyn was eager to do everything first, before anyone else. She dropped Mum's hand while she was admiring some carved wooden reindeer and pushed her way to the front of the cookie stall.

"Excuse me," a bald man said, tapping her on the back. "You have to wait at the back of the line."

Katlyn ignored him, and elbowed her way past the two boys at the front of the line. Her eyes shone greedily at the neat lines of cookies and tubes of icing.

Her fingers itched to take some little silver balls or a handful of the sour jelly snakes. The strawberry laces looked so tempting, but so did the chocolate buttons.

The children behind her began protesting: shouting and pushing. If this little blonde girl could do whatever she wanted, so could they.

Chaos insued, and Katlyn slipped away with a mouth full of jelly beans before anyone could stop her. Giggling, she wandered around some other stalls for a while.

She stopped at a stall selling paperweights. A large, purple glass one caught her eye and she picked it up, enthralled by the swirling patterns.

"What is it?" She asked the old lady behind the stall.

"It's a paperweight," the lady said, smiling. She had kind brown eyes and wasn't much taller than Katlyn herself, but gave off the feeling that she was quite important.

Katlyn frowned at the pretty glass paperweight. "It's a bit pointless, isn't it? Why would you need to weigh down paper?"

The old lady chuckled. "I think you need to have some respect, little girl."

"Why would I need to respect you? I can say whatever I want!" Katlyn replied haughtily, placing the paperweight back on the table.

"And learn how to be kind to people," the lady added, almost to herself. "Tell me, are you ever nice to others?"

Katlyn was offended, and luckily at that moment, her Mum turned up behind her. "Come along, Katlyn," she said. "Lets go."

The End

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