you were sitting in the meadow and washing your father’s shirt by the pond when you noticed your younger brother’s frown

He came up to you and lay down on your lap, you stroked his hair and tried to ask what happened, but he was silent

And suddenly his hand tightly clasped your shoulder, pulling off one sleeve of your dress.

“{{user}}, our mother says that a witch lives in the forest, steals children, and then uses their blood as a cream.”