Fairy tale chapter three
Lucifer woke as I wood pigeon cooed in the new light. That was when Lucifer saw him the figure from the night before he was sitting behind him back against a tree, string at him. An axe in his hand, he was a woodcutter and if Lucifer had not just woken up he would not be the least alarmed. The woodcutter had rather strange clothes on bereaves and a shirt much lie a picnic blanket. His fussy brown beard left only little of his face showing. He sighed Lucifer just stared trying not to show how scared he was, of the woodcutter. The woodcutter looked back at him, "you heard of Old mother Hubbard?" Lucifer shook his head the woodcutter handed him a leaflet. It read in a bold headline home for the homeless children, it listed all the qualifications of Mother Hubbard and showed photographs. Lucifer cringed happy children running together in the photos the longing in his gut returned. The Woodcutter looked at Lucifer again his face had only looked more in pain, "you know it ain't far from here, I'll gladly show you where it is, if you don't like it you can go on with yer travels." Lucifer was in shock, and then a thought hit him like a brick, what if it was a trick. Then he didn't care; he followed the woodcutter out of the deepest part of the forest until he saw a big cottage. Children playing outside and clucking hens around there feet, Lucifer followed the woodcutter up the yard and into the cottage. "Mary," the woodcutter called, a rather stout woman with rosy cheeks came through a young child in her arms. She looked at Lucifer and smiled, "well my boy you look like you need some cleaning, we'll find you a bed don't you worry. I'll get Abigail to help you out."
Lucifer was told a bit more about where he was as he looked through the leaflet, "the large cottage is a good place to keep the children and despite the mass amount they all live well. Mrs Hubbard is very big on education and continues to turn out fine young adults who without this place would most likely be unloved and on the street." Lucifer read absorbing every word, I could be happy here he thought. Mother Hubbard came back a girl at her side she was about the same age as Lucifer and was undoubtedly Abigail. She had dark hair and a cindered dress but the widest smile he had ever seen. For the first time in his life he felt welcome somewhere. He could ask Abigail questions but what she was about to get him to do was not something he was used to. They walked together to the river, "ok, shirt off splash about as much as you like as long as you have a good Wash." Lucifer turned in shock, "a what?" Abigail sighed, "Just take our shirt off," and the struggle of learning began.