The Prompt: You're a reporter, and you just saw Jill push Jack down the hill. What happens to Jill?
I had been on my way to visit Mr. Mahoney's grocery store on Drury Lane. Mother Hubbard claimed he had sold her some moldy bones which made her dog sick. I was going to hear his side of the story. The main road into town was blocked off by the king's men, some sort of accident on the stone wall, so I took the back road. It was rather cold, even though the sun was out, and I pulled my tan trench coat closer to my body.
I hadn't been back that way in a while. I had forgotten how green, and steep, the hills were. There was one hill in particular that had some daffodils and wild flowers growing on it and at the top was an old well. It was a quaint sight. As I continued looking, I saw two small people, who I suspected were children, walking up the side of the hill. They were shouting at each other, although I couldn't tell what about. While they walked, they kept grabbing a bucket out of each other's hands. It looked funny, so I stayed around to watch. After a few minutes of walking this way, they reached the top of the hill, but the arguing never stopped. Then, I watched the girl (I could tell it was a girl because of her two long braids) deliberately shove the other kid, Jack, down the hill. The kid tumbled down the hill like a heavy boulder, and the pail rolled along with him. I watched the girl stare after him as he fell, then she saw me. She turned around and tried to run, but she lost her balance, probably on some pebbles or something, and sure enough, she tumbled after the boy.
As you can see, I have taken pictures of the whole event with my camera that I always keep around my neck. Once I saw the girl was falling, I ran over to the other kid, who had fallen by that time. His head and face were all bloody and bruised. I had enough sense not to move him, but I called out for someone to help. Luckily, I heard some jingling on the road and knew that fine lady who always rides her horse around town was coming. She ran for the doctor while I stayed with the kids.
When Jill fell down, she tried to get up as soon as possible. She faltered when she stood (probably dizzy) but ran away. I tried to run after her, but the girl was just too quick. I saw her face clearly though. I'll never forget it. She had seen the poor kid lying on the ground, all busted up, and she was glad. When she saw me, she just knew she had to run. She knew what she did, and she was happy about it.
Anyways, when she had disappeared over the hills, I tried to talk to the boy a little. He was slipping in and out of consciousness, but I learned his name was Jack. After the doctor came and took him away. I gathered the pail as evidence and went straight to my office to write my story. It was too perfect not to pass up. Thanks to my photos and descriptions, the police were able to give detailed information to the public to keep an eye out for her.
About four months after the event occurred, the police was able to apprehend Jill. Apparently that crooked old guy-the one suspected of selling stolen food at a discount to the old woman who lives in a shoe (you know the one in jail or child abuse?)- anyways, he was hanging around his house one night when he thought he saw a wolf on the edge of the woods. He grabbed his gun and followed it in hopes of scaring it away from his house. That's when he found Jill. I guess she was working with the Big Bad Wolf. She'd lure his victims, so he could attack. The little pigs confirmed she sold them the dry-rot wood, and Red swears she talked to her on her way to her granny's house.
Well, the crooked man, who recognized Jill right off, invited her to his house for some food then tied her up and called the police. You know the rest, Your Honor. The police came, arrested Jill, asked me to identity her, and here we are in court.
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