It was a cool morning during early spring. The wind was gentle and there were birds singing in the trees. The sky was grey and threatened to rain but that did not stop curious and playful minds. Three children stood at the bottom of a tower, staring up at the highest window.
“What do you think is up there?” Thomas asked. He was the eldest, a boy of twelve years. His short brown hair had not been combed that morning and it stuck out in all directions. He wore a plain, tan shirt with buttons down the front and black shorts.
“I don’t know,” replied Mary. She was eleven and had long brown hair that was braided down her back. Her pale green dress stopped just below the knees, but the sleeves were long to protect her from the chill.
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!” Gemma yelled loudly. She was the baby of the group, only eight years old. Her dark blonde hair was tied into high pig tails and she wore a simple, purple dress. The older children laughter at her, causing Gemma to stamp her foot with frustration.
“It might have worked!” She insisted.
The three children continued to stare at the window, letting their imaginations run wild. There were all kinds of possibilities.
“You know, there is only one way we are going to find out what is up there,” Thomas finally said.
The three children looked at each other, knowing what Thomas was thinking but unsure if they were prepared to voice it. There was something very intimidating about the unknown.
“Oh, come on! Don’t tell me you’re scared?!” Thomas said.
Mary sighed. She could tell that he was nervous too, but curiosity was starting to get the better of her.
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