Jack and Gill went up a hill to fetch a pail of water.
They came upon a lovely garden in which there was a mysterious railroad track.
‘Should we follow it,’ he suspiciously asked.
‘I don’t know,’ she replied. ‘Everyone knows that a track that starts from out of nowhere can never lead to anything but trouble.’
‘All the townspeople keep warning us about what it’s like up here,’ he replied.
Just then a huge figure, in black, walked toward them.
They asked him where the track led to, and he simply stared at them quietly.
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