Anne & Ella
Narrator: So it was that the baker's wife became ill with worry, and the baker and his son could do nothing but prepare for the day that was rapidly approaching.
Young Joseph paced the kitchen as he listened to his father complain about everything under the sun. He had noticed that sales had been down ever since that day that his father had come home with the witches vegetables. Yes, he knew that she was a witch. Ever since that day, that was the one thing his father complained about the most. "No good witches, this, and untrustworthy magic, that."
The boy had no idea why his father had a sudden change in heart towards Miss. Parkinson, but he had a feeling that it was for reasons that were in a sense, bad. His fathers daily cursing frightened him to the point that he was frightened to even look in the direction of her cottage. He was even forbidden to play outside with his friends Anne and Ella.
They had been by his house repeatedly just to see if he wanted hang out. He sadly had to tell them that he had to stay inside and help his father with the baking. Anne seemed a bit perturbed by the news, which didn't surprise him in the least bit. She was always in his face about something or other.
What surprised him was Ella. She was always outgoing and happy, but ever since the death of her mother, she started to change. The immediate difference was the sadness in her eyes, but that was expected. After all, the person who loved her most in the world was suddenly gone. Yet, the day she appeared at his door with Anne, her demeanor had changed completely. She seemed to almost hide behind Anne as if she were afraid of the world. She even treated his dismissal of their invitation as if he had given her an order.
After they left, he turned to his father who was now complaining about how he could never find the cheesecloth. Rolling his eyes, he spoke up. "Father?"
His father glanced up from his search for the elusive cheesecloth at the sound of his son's voice. "Yes, what is it?" He asked.
The boy walked closer to him with a slightly confused look on his face. "Why was Ella acting so afraid?"
His father stood up and gave his son a once over. He knew that the boy cared for his friend, but he wasn't sure if it was his place to tell him what was going on in the young girls life. He knew what it was of course, because it was hard not to hear the gossip that seemed to spread like butter through their small village.
The baker walked over to the table that his son was standing in front of and sat down. One look at his son's concerned look, and he decided that he would tell his son as much as he could without dipping into other people's business. "Son," he said. "Last week, Ella's father remarried."
The boy cocked his head in his father's direction. "Why would he do that? What about Ella's mother?"
The baker sighed. "Son, I suspect that her father remarried because he wanted Ella to be raised by a woman."
The boy took in this information with a sad look on his face. He personally didn't know what he would do if he lost his parents. He assumed that he would just get used to the idea. He really didn't have any choice, in the matter. Someone had to watch over the bakery. Walking over to the far counter, he picked up the cheesecloth and handed it to his father. "Here you go."
"Thank you, s..." The baker was interrupted by a loud scream coming from the bedchamber. Handing the cloth back to his son, he ran into the next room.
Narrator: So it was that the baker's wife became ill with worry, and the baker and his son could do nothing but prepare for the day that was rapidly approaching.
Young Joseph paced the kitchen as he listened to his father complain about everything under the sun. He had noticed that sales had been down ever since that day that his father had come home with the witches vegetables. Yes, he knew that she was a witch. Ever since that day, that was the one thing his father complained about the most. "No good witches, this, and untrustworthy magic, that."
The boy had no idea why his father had a sudden change in heart towards Miss. Parkinson, but he had a feeling that it was for reasons that were in a sense, bad. His fathers daily cursing frightened him to the point that he was frightened to even look in the direction of her cottage. He was even forbidden to play outside with his friends Anne and Ella.
They had been by his house repeatedly just to see if he wanted hang out. He sadly had to tell them that he had to stay inside and help his father with the baking. Anne seemed a bit perturbed by the news, which didn't surprise him in the least bit. She was always in his face about something or other.
What surprised him was Ella. She was always outgoing and happy, but ever since the death of her mother, she started to change. The immediate difference was the sadness in her eyes, but that was expected. After all, the person who loved her most in the world was suddenly gone. Yet, the day she appeared at his door with Anne, her demeanor had changed completely. She seemed to almost hide behind Anne as if she were afraid of the world. She even treated his dismissal of their invitation as if he had given her an order.
After they left, he turned to his father who was now complaining about how he could never find the cheesecloth. Rolling his eyes, he spoke up. "Father?"
His father glanced up from his search for the elusive cheesecloth at the sound of his son's voice. "Yes, what is it?" He asked.
The boy walked closer to him with a slightly confused look on his face. "Why was Ella acting so afraid?"
His father stood up and gave his son a once over. He knew that the boy cared for his friend, but he wasn't sure if it was his place to tell him what was going on in the young girls life. He knew what it was of course, because it was hard not to hear the gossip that seemed to spread like butter through their small village.
The baker walked over to the table that his son was standing in front of and sat down. One look at his son's concerned look, and he decided that he would tell his son as much as he could without dipping into other people's business. "Son," he said. "Last week, Ella's father remarried."
The boy cocked his head in his father's direction. "Why would he do that? What about Ella's mother?"
The baker sighed. "Son, I suspect that her father remarried because he wanted Ella to be raised by a woman."
The boy took in this information with a sad look on his face. He personally didn't know what he would do if he lost his parents. He assumed that he would just get used to the idea. He really didn't have any choice, in the matter. Someone had to watch over the bakery. Walking over to the far counter, he picked up the cheesecloth and handed it to his father. "Here you go."
"Thank you, s..." The baker was interrupted by a loud scream coming from the bedchamber. Handing the cloth back to his son, he ran into the next room.