Soon, she could no longer ignore the mental tugs on her shoulder. She was first forced to realize this one morning, when it had suddenly started to pour. Some little kids from town had snuck into the forest away from their parents for the sake of adventure where they were caught in the rain that just so happened to be near the mansion. It was on the day she had asked the staff to take their monthly break to go home so she could write. Of course, it had been a while since she had actually used this day to write though. Recently, she had been reading those newly imported books she had gotten. She was already halfway through.

For a change in pace, she was baking some sugar cookies when she heard knocks on the main door. She was surprised. All the staff had keys. And burglars wouldn’t knock. Most likely. So she thought it'd be alright to see who it was. Because it was in her usual nature to ignore these if she were in the middle of writing, a rumor in town about her house being haunted started. Of course, she hasn’t done that recently. She hadn't written in a while.

Her curiosity got the best of her she answered the door. In came running three children full of so much energy she wondered if they had gone on a coffee marathon.

One of the girls was jumping up and down shouting it raining. The other two were silently pleading to her for a place to take cover. She was taken aback at how much energy the one girl had. And without thinking, she just let them in.

She wasn’t in a mood to write anyway and didn’t particularly dislike children so she let them in to wait for the rain pass by. She then remembered that she had been baking cookies a moment ago. She rushed to the kitchen worried about the potentially burning cookies. They followed in pursuit like hungry wolves. They ran after her in their muddy shoes which were left on from the excitement. They made a muddy trail into the kitchen. She didn’t notice because she was too preoccupied about the cookies in the oven. Sometimes she had a one-track mind, especially so when she was stressed. Luckily the cookies were just about done. Nothing was burning. She took out the cookies and a strong smell of sugar and vanilla engulfed the room.

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“Ooh, Cookies! Can I have one? Can I have one?”, one of them asked. She looked at them to note that there were more children then before. Another had snuck in, baited by the sweet smells from the cookies. She acted as if she were unaware of this. She didn't really care. What harm can another child do?

She made them count to 300 before having one so they wouldn’t burn themselves. She really cared about little children. After counting, they wolfed down the bulk of cookies in a second.

“Woah, slow down; you won't just give yourself a tummy ache”, she looked down and saw the mud trail in half horror and the other half in amazement in the stench and how she hadn't noticed sooner. “Ahh! Nooo! Awe come on you guys! Oh that sucks, I guess I better clean that up ‘cause no one else is in the house. You guys are helping too. Take off your shoes right now!” Too tired to really get upset, she quickly began to clean. The loud child got really quiet after this.

The children were obedient and apologized sincerely. After cleaning up the floor, she made sure the front door was locked properly and decided to give them a bath on a whim. One of them, in particular, stunk as if they’d never seen a bath in two months. It was still raining so she was like, "why not?"

During that time, the rain had stopped for a little bit. The sun peeked out from behind the clouds but it soon started to rain again. This time, the sun stayed out and lightning struck. One of the kids started to shake from the first clap of thunder. It was the little boy that had snuck in after the others. She realized his discomfort. After getting them all dried and clothed with clothes that were obviously a few sizes too big for them, she brought them to the east wing: the minor library. This was where she kept books she had already read that couldn't be fit into the main wing anymore.

To comfort the shaken little boy, she decided to tell them a story about the adventures of a broke prince.