The fairy came, bringing again four of the gifts
but Death was wanting. She said:
"I gave it to a mother's pet, a little child. It was
ignorant, but trusted me, asking me to choose for
it. You did not ask me to choose."
"Oh, miserable me! What is there left for me?"
"What not even you have deserved: the wanton
insult of Old Age."
Word of the day: wanton