Once not too long ago, a mother and a daughter went on a walk. Now, these two did not often get along, and often, you could hear their voices ringing throughout the countryside.
On this particular day, they chose to walk the South path. This path was very pretty, with different seasons displayed along it the further you went. No one had ever gone to the end of it, for the Wisdom Tree of the central garden had once told the first people that lived there, “On the North, East, and West paths, you may go as far as you want, but evil awaits at end of the South.”
Despite the warning, however, Shelinda and her mother went farther and farther along, talking of various things. Shelinda looked down and shivered, for there, on the side of the pathway, she had seen a rock change it’s form to a human skull, and then back.
Her mother, who had seen the shiver, but not the transformation, asked,
“Shelinda, darling, why did you not bring your mantle?”
“Because, Mother, it is not cold outside.”
“Yes, it is. I just saw you shiver.”
“Mother, it was not—’’
Her mother, hearing this, immediately fixed her with such a glare that Shelinda stumbled backwards and fell over the edge of a cliff nearby, and she was battered to death against the jagged rocks.
Nowadays, many people say, “If looks could kill…….” , but very few know that once, there was a look that did kill.

The End.