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Evil comes in many guises, and in E’s case, it came in the form

of her grandfather. He was a bent and crotchity man, who might have

been pitied had he not been so diabolical. But everyone in Daventry
Village, where they lived, knew his true nature and felt sorry for E.
She was an oprhan of sorts. Her parents had died the same day

she’d been born, brought down by a mysterious tragedy that her
grandfather refused to talk about. She had no siblings, and no one to

love her, except an ugly, blind dog named Swie.
Now though Swie was eyes-less, he knew much, for he was

two decades old and had an astounding nose. He could smell
wickedness and he knew exactly

what kind of man E’s grandfather
was. And in the olden times, when

this story took place, dogs could
talk to the ones they love, and he

tried his best to give E good
advice and slept at the end of her

ducky sack each night, in
comaraderie.

“Sweep the hearth and then gather in the eggs from the
coops! You silly, lazy girl!” E’s grandfather barked one morning. It was

a usual kind of demand from him. “Then chop the wood and make a fire
to keep my toes warm. And you better hurry and not leave me waiting!”

E was no push-around. She was a spritely young woman who
knew that other girls in the village weren’t treated that way.

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