She turned to the right. The path become much more uneven and she was sure she could hear a noise somewhere behind her. She stopped and listened. There it was again, a kind of whispering, slithering noise. She turned. Nothing there. Blaming her imagination she carried on, treading carefully. The path led into a clearing. Jill couldn't remember having seen it before. Had she taken the wrong turning? When she turned back she found the path had disappeared! A blank wall of trees covered in ivy and other creeping plants seemed to be coming ever closer to where she stood. She whirled round and ran into the clearing. She could see no way out. In the middle of the clearing was a flat rock and she made her way over to it and sat down. She looked around her in desperation. Then looked down at the rock. Something was written on it.
This clearing belongs to ME!!!
Get out before it's too late
It's nearly time for my tea
Can't remember when I last ate.
If you want to get out you could shout
Or you could jump up and down on the spot
Whatever you chose, you could very well lose
And end up in my very hot pot!!!
Jill had no idea what would happen but decided to:
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