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On a beautiful, sun-kissed day, Bea eagerly prepared to embark on a new adventure to the market. With her passion for baking, she envisioned bringing joy to the entire village with her delectable treats. "Mommy, Daddy, I'm off to gather ingredients and bake some adorable tea cakes!" Little Bea exclaimed with pure excitement, a wide grin spreading across her face. As she made her way to the market, Bea couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation and wonder. The bustling crowds and vibrant colors of the marketplace only fueled her excitement further. After some time, Bea took a look at her checklist. "Hmm, flour, check, sugar, check, milk, check, eggs," she looked inside her bag and then back at the list. "Eggs, I need to buy eggs." After scouring the market for hours, Bea's hopes of baking were dashed as every shop had run out of eggs. Disheartened, she began to walk back home. But that's when she stumbled upon a peculiar sight. Three women were selling eggs, but these were no ordinary eggs. They were a vibrant shade of blue and green, and the hen that laid them seemed just as mysterious as her owners. Curiosity piqued, Bea approached the women and inquired about the eggs. Little did she know, these women were not your average egg vendors. They were witches, and their response to her question was far from ordinary. "How much for a dozen?" With a sinister tone, one of the witches whispered, "The cost may be your life." Bea's heart raced as she realized the gravity of the situation. Would Bea risk her life for a dozen eggs? Or would she turn back and abandon her baking dream? Only time would tell...
