The little girl lit another match. This time, it lit up the wall and she could see into the house behind! There was a big table with a pretty tablecloth and candles; all sorts of china crockery and in the middle, a beautiful roast turkey stuffed with chestnuts and apple. And it smelt so good too! |
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The little girl stretched out her arm to taste a little, but all she touched was the cold, grey wall. The banquet was gone and all that was left was the blackened and burnt stump of a match between her fingers. |
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