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Mr Wolf and the Pigeon King Before my mother died she used to tell me endless stories – the sort that you could never understand where she'd got them from, but enjoyed the colours she laid out in your mind with them anyway. Some I'm sure were pulled straight from her head as she went along, and others were obvious favourites of hers from when she was a little girl ('The Willow and The Nightingale' and 'Little Sun, little Moon' were ones she recounted often). Amongst the numerous tales I was regaled with one of them stuck in my mind particularly stubbornly, and this was the tale of Mr Wolf and the Pigeon King. For an odd reason it was always one I liked, but I had

Mr Wolf and the Pigeon King

by ~pondicherry-baby in Introductions & Chapters

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Mr Wolf + the Pigeon King ch2 I relished and savoured the feeling of bed sheets when I awoke the next morning, and I would probably enjoy them more and more as the winter strengthened its fingers around the land. I rolled over in the bed and stared hazily out of the window, my eyes were filled with the morning scenery of the village that I didn't really get to see the day before. It was very picturesque; the small houses outlined neatly by a sea that seemed to envelop the world from now until boundless shores.
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Mr Wolf + the Pigeon King ch3 Black swathed chokingly across my vision as I struggled to abate my overwhelming fear. I wanted to run, I wanted to scream; but there, he flashed before my eyes.
Again.
And again.
A blood stained hand.
And his image solidified towards me. My 'friend'.
My Mr Wolf...
"Bite deep." He said. "Taste the blood; let it in; let it fill..."
The last few words stumbled incoherently from his lips before the vision dissolved.
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Mr Wolf + the Pigeon King ch5 Music from the bandstand blasting through my ears, and drinking (instead of serving for once) had caused me to forget about the bath incident and exactly why there was something I was dreading. I had this heavy sense that a glimmer of apprehension was sitting somewhere towards the end of the evening – but the alcohol particularly wasn't letting me access the part of my brain that knew why.
I sat with Lucinda's stall, helping her out a little – she was dishing out food for anyone that asked. "Why don't you take a break?" I said to her.
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Mr Wolf + the Pigeon King ch1make sure you read the prologue first C:

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pick the greyest roses
and stand along the nicest
open
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of shaded
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As I alluded to earlier, I am explaining where I stand. Obviously, as you have little context, I could be standing on an upturned bath with a drawing of a bull pup on my head declaring that the end is nigh.

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