Beware, young beauties of Waverly Woods. Let not your fancy frocks, haughty pouts and honey-kissed hair sparkle too brightly.
Over the rise, past the gnarled oak, lives the pale Miss Regina. Morning after morning, she stares into her Koi pond, tracing patterns into the water, mumbling to her fish of the beauty she once was. Time stole her hearing, so she cannot enjoy your bold songs of friendships sung, your tender poems of wonder recited, or the strings of sums dripping from your sharp minds through your lips. Your outer light is all that she can see.
They say that when young girls venture into the woods alone, fixing their hair and straightening their frocks, some do not return. Lights in the forest fade. Then a new fish will be spotted amongst the school in Miss Regina’s pond.
Beware, young beauties of Waverly woods. Let not your fancy frocks, haughty pouts, and honey-kissed hair sparkle too brightly.
This story originally appeared in Nerdfest.