Once upon a sun-kissed morning, a beautiful young girl was walking in the flower meadows. Her name was Rose. She had a lovely, marble smooth face which contained her ruby,red lips and her dazzling,green eyes. Her hair was a soft as velvet and as red as a crackling fire.
Rose skipped along a a tiny path which was padded here and there with the greenest grass you would ever see. She sang a silly song as she toddled along the great hills of Moriar.
Rose had two younger sisters named Violet, and Daisy and a mother who the three sisters called Mother. Rose did plenty of house work for her mother was pregnant with Rose's baby brother and her younger sisters had been tending to Mother.
Rose was now walking to big well hidden in the hills; it was said to have the best water in all of the country.....
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