Michael and Betty - Original Writing
Once upon a time lived a relatively destitute wood-cutter with his
wife and his two children. The boy was called Michael and the girl
Betty. After much hesitation, the father declared, “I’ve had enough
for this life of poverty and de-moralisation, our social compensation
and government benefits aren’t nearly enough to look after our
children”.
"I'll tell you what, husband," answered the woman, "early tomorrow
morning we will take the children out into the forest to where it is
the thickest. There we will light a fire for them, and give each of
them one pasty and a can of coke each, and then we will go to our work
and leave them alone. They will not find the way home again, and we
shall be rid of them."
“But what if they imitate the old fairy tale of Hansel and Gretel,
where they leave the trail of breadcrumbs and find their way home
again?”
“What would we stand to lose?” asked the step-mother rhetorically.
The two children had also not been able to sleep for hunger, and had
heard what their step-mother had said to their father.
Betty wept bitter tears, and said to Michael, "Now all is over with
us."
"Be quiet Betty”, said Michael, "do not distress yourself, I will soon
find a way to help us."
“Now is no time for us to fall out Michael, please don’t try to
patronise me again, we both no you are not as academic as myself”.
Early in the morning came the woman, and took the children out of
their beds. Here their Pasty was given to them. On the way into the
forest Michael crumbled his in his pocket, and often stood still and
threw a morsel on the ground. "Michael, why do you stop and look
round, said the father, "go on."
"I am looking back at my little pigeon which is sitting on the roof,
and wants to say good-bye to me," answered Michael. "Fool," said the
woman, "that is not your little pigeon, that is the morning sun that
of the men of the village had gone for the safety of their local pub,
But, she asks for money to get a sandwich from the lunch lady so that the other
and be able to see further than my nose. But, as I spun around, my
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