Mr Snow came from over the sea, with his eyes made of sapphires and cane that whipped winds.
He stepped onto land, and it froze around him. “This place is mine now.”
He ignored everyone begging him to leave, but Magpie didn’t beg. Magpie wanted those sapphires, and one night, he plucked them out.
“I’ll find you!” Mr Snow howled.
“Best start looking, no-eyes,” Magpie laughed, and flew off. Mr Snow began searching, and his search took him far away.
He comes back every year, but always leaves again. He can’t stand the sound of Magpie laughing in his ear.
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I love your Magpie stories