Once upon a time there was a boy who lived with his grandmother in a little cabin in the centre of a vast forest.
Every morning the boy would wake to birdsong and set about the day's tasks, which included milking the cow Daisy, stealing eggs from the semi-wild chickens in the yard, and harvesting nuts and berries from the nearby bushes. Since retreating to her bedroom in a coughing fit and locking the door many days ago, the boy's grandmother had been silent. The boy, orphaned at a young age, still craved her company - any company - and occasionally he would call to her with news.
His grandmother never replied, but soon, he thought, soon she would reappear, refreshed from her rest, to ask him how the chickens were doing, how the cow was faring and how his day had been.
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