Nursery Crimes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


Inspired by 'Mary Had A Little Lamb'.

Chapter 27 (v.1) - Mary's Lamb

Submitted: April 26, 2018

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Mary had a little lamb,

It’s fleece was white as snow,

And everywhere that Mary went

The lamb was sure to go.

 

It followed her to school one day,

Which was against the rules.

It made the children laugh and play

To see a lamb at school.

 

Those that had tormented her

Were filled with some sure dread,

When the lamb changed color

And appeared to be blood red.

 

Mary’s Lamb.

Mary hated going to school. Everyone teased her, tormented her, made her weekdays a living hell. She had a lamb but it wasn’t a lamb. It was a dog with a fleecy coat, white, and fiercely loyal. When she kept returning home upset the dog decided to accompany her, at a distance, just to keep a protective eye on her.

It was a rural school, and many of the other pupils lived on farms, but Mary’s parents were poorer than most. The rural pecking order was just as firmly established as any urban one and she found herself forever being made the butt of their jokes. She did not live far from the school and walked there across the fields. It was not hard for her dog to follow her there unnoticed.

She arrived a bit early and the schoolhouse was still firmly locked. She kicked the ground in frustration. Arriving early was a nightmare; not only was she stuck outside but there would be no teacher to come to her aid should the bullying get out of hand. Mary tried to keep out of the way, to stay invisible on the edge, but it didn’t take them long.

Frank was the first to see her; she saw his wicked grin spread across his face. Mary watched as he whispered to his fellow tormentors, and they gathered together in a group, five of them against one girl.

Nobody noticed the little dog, that was hidden behind the gate pillar. From where he stood he had a perfect view of Mary, and of the five approaching boys. There was no mistaking the menace of their advance; the fur on the back of his neck stood up, although it being so fleecy wasn’t really noticeable. A low rumbling growl sounded deep in his throat.

Which one pushed her first? No one seemed to know, least of all Mary, and one of them, Frank, pulled a knife. She screamed and the dog leaped over the gate and hurtled straight towards her. The other children gathered round, some on the boys side while others were backing Mary. Most, however, seemed to be backing the dog.

He lunged and nipped and bit and tore, whimpering when the knife made contact with it’s skin. At least it was keeping the blade away from Mary. Nobody noticed the car pull up and the teacher jump out. He vaulted the gate and waded straight in to the heap of fighting bodies. Somehow he managed to get hold of Frank, drag him out of the fray and seize the knife at the same time.

Mary was cut, bruised and bleeding, but she didn’t care. She had eyes only for her dog, who, although red with blood, seemed to have suffered no really dangerous wounds. All of the boys had various bites, too, and everyone was giving conflicting reports of the sequence of events.

that their behaviour would not be tolerated. All were made to appologize to Mary and her dog; Frank was to talk to the police.

Go home, Mary. Take the dog,” her teacher said. “He acted out of loyalty but it could cost him his life. Make sure he does not follow you again.”

Mary smiled her thanks, and took her dog to head for home.

Oh, and Mary,” the teacher called. “If you have any more trouble with bullying, come straight to me.”


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