Cinderella turned her steps in the direction of the chicken coop, but she stopped short after a few steps and kicked up dust with her feet.
It was spring, and the air was pleasantly warm and carried the scent of flowers. In front of Cinderella was the chicken coop, and beyond that was horizon-spanning, brown-green wall of the forest. The sky was blue. With weather like this, she thought, I could probably make it to town without being in too much pain.
She began walking again, but she slowed her steps as she got closer to the coop. When her pace had reached a dawdle, she stopped again. Do I really have the right to those eggs? she thought. Cinderella's face twisted in confusion due to her own thought. She had thought it was crazy to stand up to her "stepmother," but she never imagined that she would be crazy enough to be considerate of her "stepmother" and "stepsisters," given how they had treated her.
Despite her confusion, she continued the thought: They have plenty food, but I have no way of knowing what will happen when I leave. What if those eggs are the difference between starvation and survival for them? Am I capable of potentially killing them?
All this pondering was underscored by Cinderella's growling stomach.
"Gah!" she exclaimed out loud, startling several of the chickens. Cinderella walked past the chicken coop and into the woods.
Good riddance. I don't want to depend on them anymore anyway. Her stomach rumbled, indicating that it wanted to depend on "stepmother" anymore anyway.
Although she did not forget it, Cinderella was distracted from her hunger about twenty minutes into her journey, because she had never been this far from the house before. Sure, she had gone into the woods to collect firewood, but she had always been able to see the chicken coop or hear her "stepmother" screaming for her to go faster in the distance. Now, she was completely surrounded by trees and heard nothing but the buzzing of insects. The canopy was thick, so everything was cast in an odd green light, and the soil was soft and loamy.
In the distance, Cinderella thought she could hear voices chanting in rhythm.
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