Strange happenings

Slowly, slowly, Pollyanna crept up to Honker. She grabbed his bag and took off. She ran through the snow, panting and sweating even though it was freezing out. Honker ran after her, screaming and shouting. But he didn’t go far.

He stopped as soon as his toes felt numb. He couldn’t feel a thing in his feet. Then he spotted a shack. He limped toward the shack and rapped on the door. “Come in.” a sweet voice said. Honker went in and sighed. A pretty lady was stirring something in a pot. “Ah, a cold and wounded traveler?” she asked mysteriously.

Honker sat down apprehensively and took the bowl of soup the lady gave him. “Yes, miss.” The lady smiled a deep, understanding smile. “Alright. Are you to stay the night and travel again tomorrow?” Honker hesitated. “I need my map.” he said finally. “And where is it, young man?”

The lady gave him a hot mug of cocoa. Honker sighed. “That is the problem. A young girl stole it from me.” The pretty lady laughed gently. “A young girl, can defeat a big man like you?” Honker blushed. “No ma'am. I was unaware and she just came and stole it. I ran and my toes got numb from the frost.”

The lady sighed and took the empty bowl of soup from Honker. “You must be tired.” she said. Honker nodded. “Well, I will go and make a bed for you.” Honker nodded again. “Thank you madam.” The lady laughed. “Please, call me Miss Po.”

Honker awoke and found himself on a soft but lumpy bed. He looked around. He was in the pretty lady’s cottage. He got up and found his coat. He put it on, scribbled a note for Miss Po and went out the front door.

He walked down the little lane and noticed the walk had been shovelled. “Probably some kid.” Honker walked down and he then got a shock. “Mister! You forgot your breakfast!” Honker sighed with relief. He walked back and Miss Po gave him a piece of paper. It said:

Miss Po, I have to go. I would have liked breakfast, but I don’t want to wake you up. Good Bye. Honker.

Ha-ha very funny. You need breakfast. It is my job.

Honker threw the paper into his pocket and sat down at Miss Po’s kitchen table. “You are a silly man.” Miss Po said, giving him a plate of sausages and eggs. Then she passed him a mug of coffee. Honker sipped it gratefully.

When Honker finished his breakfast, he looked around the small but cozy room. Miss Po laughed and Honker looked at her, feeling uncomfortable. Honker looked at Miss Po and gasped. She had turned into that girl who had stolen his bag! “Pollyanna Harper!” he shouted. Miss Po (Who really was Pollyanna) gave a cry and ran into the kitchen.

Honker spotted his bag under the couch and grabbed it. Then he turned around and screamed. Pollyanna was pointing a knife in his direction! Honker ran for the door but it was too late. Pollyanna had killed him with her knife. Then Pollyanna started to cry and she stared at the floor. Miss Po had found out the secret of youth: Kill the man that you love. But he was dead already, and she had her wish, she was young. Miss Po stuck the knife into her heart and fell to the floor.