[Victor was lying near the river under his bridge, waiting for a passerby. At the sound of someone coming he got up, stretched and put on his very best hiss.]
[Edward flailed a little, and patted his pockets, like he might have a bit of food hidden in there.]
I am afraid I have nothing worth give....
[He paused, looked at his hand.] You may have my shirt, [ripped as it was] or my signet ring, if you wish? [He held up his hand and pointed at the ring on it.]
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Who goes there?
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Aaaah! [He flailed across to the other side of the bridge,] I'm... Tom. Yes, Tom. What are you?
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I am the guardian of this bridge. You must give me a gift to pass.
[Preferably food. Victor's collection of gold didn't exactly do him much good out in the middle of nowhere like this.]
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I am afraid I have nothing worth give....
[He paused, looked at his hand.] You may have my shirt, [ripped as it was] or my signet ring, if you wish? [He held up his hand and pointed at the ring on it.]
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There's a little gold fairy suddenly sitting on a tree branch just ahead. She waves a tiny arm.]
And where are you off to in such a hurry?
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Who do you think I am?
[There's a sparkly sound and a sparkly sparkle and suddenly she's perched on his shoulder. She weighs about as much as a sparrow.]
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