bookworm
I waved the wand hopefully, sure that it would work this time.
It didn't.
"Damn fairy tales," I muttered darkly. "Always setting me up for failure, aren't you?"
All I could see was that sea of knit yarn.
The scarf looked like it was going to engulf the poor girl.
Poor thing. No amount of cold weather is worth that embarrassment.
The idea flitted into my head and stung me with the brutal unexpectedness of a killer bee, stopping me in my tracks and filling all my thoughts without end.
Just a little further...
I was going to make it...
Victory was literally inches away...
Then I felt it. A gnarled claw on the back of my leg.
With a scream, I fell into darkness.