Once upon a time, in a faraway land, lived a humble woodcutter in his forest cottage.
He made a modest living, with the odd one off coming from beanstalk removal, high tower finding, and evil witch's lair reconnaissance. Unfortunately, a modest living was nowhere near high enough to support his brood of 12 children. (It had seemed like a good idea at the time... although his wife had had slightly different feelings about it, which was possibly why she had run off with the baker). Soon he had to face the fact that he could no longer feed 12 hungry mouths, particularly with the half-crust of stale bread that was all the food remaining in the house.
He didn't know quite how it had gotten to the state of only having one stale crust of bread, particularly since he had specifically told his eldest daughter to flirt modestly with the butcher. Although she had come home the other day complaining that the butcher was a lecherous old goat.
But nevertheless, it was clear that more desperate measures had to be taken. He spent that night mentally reviewing the quirks and eccentricities of his children, trying to decide which two he loved the least.
In the end he decided that he would be better off without the children, and so proceeded to find some out of the way forest to ditch them in.
Hope you like it. There will be more! Please R&R, this is our first story.
-Bittermoon-