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CONTEST WINNER The Dialogue 500
“Don’t be frighten. Top-of- morning to you, me sweet young thing. What bring ya here so deep in the woods all alone.  I don’t reveal meself to many.  Only the drunken and the foolish, but ye cool green eyes have brought me forth from me solitude.”

“Frighten, why should I be frighten?  You have come to me in your fine green suite with ye hat cocked to the side.  I can feel ye confidence.  You see I have been wandering for hours and lost me way and here you appear like a pale green Knight to save me from what lurks within the shadows.”

“For hours ye say.  The sun has not even broken the full embrace of the darkness.  Why would ye be wandering? The darkness not be a safe place for a sweet lass with  roundness and curves that making me thoughts spin like a bottle of fine Irish whiskey.  Even me, the bravest of thee brave, Thomas Shawn O’Tool, avoid the darkness,  for it be the time evil can do its dirty deeds and not be exposed.”

“Thomas Shawn O’Tool, a striking figure ye be and my fear all be but lost in the deep blue of ye eyes.  You wonder why I wander?  I can not sleep for I have a burning inside me that needs to be tamed. Me dear  mother tells me it is time I pick a man.  All the men and boys in me village offer me all they have.  When I look into me reflection it talks back to me. It tells me of dreams that should be mine. It tells that beyond me village there is a life that me beauty can enslave.  Why should I give meself  for nothing more than a life of hard work and a belly half full?  Look at me Thomas Shawn O’Tool, do ye not agree?”

“Your reflection spoke true and fate has smiled on us both.  I Thomas Shawn O’Tool be man enough to tame your wild fire. I also offer ye a place where me make ye a woman that be far beyond even a dreamer like yeself could not imagine.  I will lay ye down on a golden bed and you will be bath in a rainbow. What ye say me green eye angel?”

“Thomas Shawn O’Tool, I don’t believe ye, for no place like that can be real.”

“Come with me my sweet for your dreams await”

“ Oh me God,  you have led me to ye gold.  I claim this pot of gold to be mine.”

“You tricked me, You tricked me”

“Be gone little man.  I have dreams that are waiting to be paid for.”
                                                                               
                                                                                                                       



                                                                               
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