Miss Mouton Part Eight

 Suddenly, she realized it was almost dark. She was quite alone. The wind was whistling through the branches. There was no light in the dancing school building, the staff had long since gone home. The trees cast eerie shadows around her. A hungry owl hooted nearby. Then there was silence. Miss Mouton shuddered; she pricked up her ears. There was no sound apart from the rumbling noise of her stomach. She suddenly realized she was hungry and decided to walk home.

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