Betsy's Special Treat

September sat down as she ruffled the carpet, it felt smooth and fluffy. The smell of bones and meat filled the air.

She wore a coffee-colored trench coat and a long orange dress, rumpled from the wind. Streaks of long brown hair draped from her shoulders and scattered everywhere on her face. One of her Mary Jane shoes were missing, you can tell that she is in bad condition.

September heard a creak coming from the door, she jumped in terror. The door came open and in stepped a very short person with blond hair and a very fat belly. “Who are you?” September asked, obviously bewildered at the presence of another person. “Oh, I’m Betsy. The question is who are you? And what are you doing here? This is my home you know.” Betsy said. “Ah, I heard about you. I’m September; the Green wind told me to come here.” September said as she shrugged her shoulders. “You’re September? But…but you’re just a child!” Betsy said. “What’s wrong with that?” September asked. “I never trusted children.” Betsy grunted. “Well, this time you will see how good children are.” September said. Betsy climbed on a stool to make him seem taller. He said: “It better be, because this mission is really important and dangerous. But I’ll do my best to follow your instructions when the mission starts.” “When will the mission start?” September asked nervously. “Ready or not. It starts now.” Betsy said with a sly smile. “Now? But… I don’t even know what the mission is!” September said. “I’m getting really hungry. We’ll talk about the mission when we eat.” Betsy said as he walked toward the kitchen. Several minutes later, Betsy came in with two cinnamon rolls. The smell of cinnamon filled the whole room. “Eat this, it’ll make you feel better.” Betsy said through bites of his cinnamon roll. September grabbed at the cinnamon roll; it was still hot. Then, she took a bite into it. She immediately felt cheerful and full of energy. “Now I can tell you about the mission. But always remember what I said, prove to me that I can trust children.” Betsy said, leaning close to September.