"Now, what exactly do I need to do? babbled the executioner idiotically.
"Just hold up the axe and let your hands drop!" screamed the festive crowd.
"Why?" he remarked foolishly.
"To kill us." I replied calmly and with that he frantically started undoing the rope, bound securely round my poor hands.
"Run!" he urged, I obediently sprinted away, closely followed by the roaring crowd. However I was nearly safe when! THUMP! I fell over my hideously long skirt, strait onto the hard ground.
I wasn't scared at all though. Not even a little bit frightened. I was happy...