As Mae Walked Past The Copper She Tossed His Way The Sorta Glance That She Knew Would Pique His Natural Distrust Making Him Follow To See What Mischief Was Going On Wallpaper Collections

Why had I been left here

As Mae happily led the harness bull away from the garden she marveled over her good fortune, wondering over how things had worked to her benefit

Tricked by the false ruse of a daughters tryst; the bejeweled mother was lured outside!

What fresh mischief is this he questioned; wolfishly eyeing the glimmering ring on her finger

Into the spider’s lair she tread - beguiled by the fortunes tellers’ woven tale astray was led