Tomorrow
Eleanor Sheep was no longer a young lamb. She was getting on in years. But Eleanor was still vibrant and active and had all of her wits about her.
One night, Eleanor was baking bread. She had a couple loaves done, one in the oven, and was preparing the next. There was a knock at the door. "Come in." she said, her hooves elbow deep in dough.
The door opened and a hooded figure walked in. "I am Death and I am here to take you, Eleanor Sheep."
"Oh my, Death, this is rather inconvenient. As you can see, I am up to my elbows in dough. Once I am done kneading the dough, I have to let it rise, knead it again, form loaves, let it rise again, and then bake it. If it is truly my time, could you come back tomorrow?"
"Very well," said Death. And then he wrote 'Tomorrow' on the door with his bony finger. "I will return tomorrow." And Death left Eleanor Sheep to her baking.
Eleanor Sheep smiled.
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#FolktaleWeek2025 day 1
The door opened and a hooded figure walked in. I am Death & I am here to take you, Eleanor Sheep. Oh my, Death, this is rather inconvenient. As you can see, I am up to my elbows in dough. If it is truly my time, could you come back tomorrow?
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