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Fairy tales The Eagle, flying high above the tops of the trees, surveyed the scene. Everywhere there was slow moving mist, obscuring everything that used to be in the Enchanted Forest.
The small mammals and birds were all gone. No wind blew. There was only silence.
The trees (or what used to be trees; even the forest is losing its memory of itself) scarcely moved, as they mist slowly crept through their branches.
The Eagle looked down at the scene once more, and caught sight of the last bit of movement left in the place now bereft of magic. Floating in the water by the willow tree was a tattered white dress, and floating beside it, a small blue feather.
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As the Eagle flew off to other lands, something small and brown stirred under the willow tree. It hopped once, twice. It looked out at the water. It broke the silence with a small "...ribbit?" But there was no one left in the forest to hear him.
