Cynthia had a long way to walk to the meadows where her mother and father lived. She was tired, her body ached all over. Stumbling along she realised that she could not make it to her mother’s, she laid down by the side of a wall crying pitifully.

She tried to think about happier times when she and Sidney had been frolicking in the meadow. She had not felt right since that night.

Blackness surrounded her and she fell into a deep restless sleep.

Had she eaten a dandelion that was past its sell by date?

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