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The door opened slowly “yes” the scruffily dressed man in his 60’s said.

“I’m here about the ad” Sophie said “help needed in performing arts full training given”

“Ah yes” the man said stroking his long moustache “do come in”

As she stood in the hallway it occurred to her how short the man was balding hair pot belly and about 4 foot 6. He looked at her and made a rectangle with his thumbs and first fingers.

“Yes yes” he said with a laugh “I think you will be a fine dancer”

“Ah” Sophie said “ I can’t dance sorry”

“No fear my dear” he replied “ full training given you just need to want to be a fine dancer. Ballet I feel”

Sophie had to admit she always wished she had done ballet and began to imagine herself in a ballet.

The man started up the stairs and she followed.

“Wait her he said as she got half way up” and disappeared into a room. She stood on the stairs and hear some mumbling then a noise like someone chiselling wood.

Shortly after he reappeared with what looked like a wooden cross of equal size. In the centre was a Crystal and on each of the 4 arms were carvings.

Standing at the top of the stairs the man held up the cross in front of Sophie’s face. The Crystal glowed and the weird symbols lit up. Sophie was transfixed unable to move. As she starred she felt her eyes go wide and couldn’t blink. In reality her eyes had not only gone wide they had got bigger. Her limbs felt stiff and her body felt odd. She started to panic her joints are stiff and as she looked at her arm it had gone a funny colour it looked like wood.

The man was now in a trance mumbling strange words as she watched in horror as her fingers hardened turning to rudimentary wooden joints and her fingers fixed in one position her elbow seemed to bend with a wooden peg formed where the bone should be and she couldn’t move her lips assuming her face too was wooden. The cross glowed more as her legs changed to white wood her should altering colour and fixing as part of her new form.

The man stopped mumbling and threw the cross in the air. It’s shone brightly then the crystal exploded showering Sophie in tiny specks of light that danced around her as the cross hoovered suddenly long black strands shot out of it attaching themselves to her various wooden joints as she light danced on her wooden skin she felt things get bigger the man appeared a giant. She was shrinking as the specks danced on her dress it changed from floral to a more revealing white tutu. As the cross hovered in the air it lost its sparkle and returned to just plain wood.

Sophie’s hair tied its self up into a bun and as the cross fell to the floor so did Sophie in a heap. The man picked up the cross and it spilt into two one attached to the left of Sophie the other the right. With skill he used them to make Sophie stand and then elegantly dance on her fixed tip toe she raised her arms as he moved the 2 crosses above.

“Yes I was right” he smiled “ you make a fine ballerina and may be my best yet” he opened and old wooden chest and hung the puppet up with others one dressed as a clown another as a police woman one as an acrobat and another as a princess.

He closed the door and on it it faded letters the words “the great Marvelled master of puppets could be seen”

The puppet satin darkness with the others waiting for it’s time in the spotlight memories of its last life gone just waiting for its master to make it dance against

Description
The door opened slowly “yes” the scruffily dressed man in his 60’s said.

“I’m here about the ad” Sophie said “help needed in performing arts full training given”

“Ah yes” the man said stroking his long moustache “do come in”

As she stood in the hallway it occurred to her how short the man was balding hair pot belly and about 4 foot 6. He looked at her and made a rectangle with his thumbs and first fingers.

“Yes yes” he said with a laugh “I think you will be a fine dancer”

“Ah” Sophie said “ I can’t dance sorry”

“No fear my dear” he replied “ full training given you just need to want to be a fine dancer. Ballet I feel”

Sophie had to admit she always wished she had done ballet and began to imagine herself in a ballet.

The man started up the stairs and she followed.

“Wait her he said as she got half way up” and disappeared into a room. She stood on the stairs and hear some mumbling then a noise like someone chiselling wood.

Shortly after he reappeared with what looked like a wooden cross of equal size. In the centre was a Crystal and on each of the 4 arms were carvings.

Standing at the top of the stairs the man held up the cross in front of Sophie’s face. The Crystal glowed and the weird symbols lit up. Sophie was transfixed unable to move. As she starred she felt her eyes go wide and couldn’t blink. In reality her eyes had not only gone wide they had got bigger. Her limbs felt stiff and her body felt odd. She started to panic her joints are stiff and as she looked at her arm it had gone a funny colour it looked like wood.

The man was now in a trance mumbling strange words as she watched in horror as her fingers hardened turning to rudimentary wooden joints and her fingers fixed in one position her elbow seemed to bend with a wooden peg formed where the bone should be and she couldn’t move her lips assuming her face too was wooden. The cross glowed more as her legs changed to white wood her should altering colour and fixing as part of her new form.

The man stopped mumbling and threw the cross in the air. It’s shone brightly then the crystal exploded showering Sophie in tiny specks of light that danced around her as the cross hoovered suddenly long black strands shot out of it attaching themselves to her various wooden joints as she light danced on her wooden skin she felt things get bigger the man appeared a giant. She was shrinking as the specks danced on her dress it changed from floral to a more revealing white tutu. As the cross hovered in the air it lost its sparkle and returned to just plain wood.

Sophie’s hair tied its self up into a bun and as the cross fell to the floor so did Sophie in a heap. The man picked up the cross and it spilt into two one attached to the left of Sophie the other the right. With skill he used them to make Sophie stand and then elegantly dance on her fixed tip toe she raised her arms as he moved the 2 crosses above.

“Yes I was right” he smiled “ you make a fine ballerina and may be my best yet” he opened and old wooden chest and hung the puppet up with others one dressed as a clown another as a police woman one as an acrobat and another as a princess.

He closed the door and on it it faded letters the words “the great Marvelled master of puppets could be seen”

The puppet satin darkness with the others waiting for it’s time in the spotlight memories of its last life gone just waiting for its master to make it dance against