“Even I’m beginning to think she’s a demon,” he said. “When the naked sprite ran into the church, her backside was blue. When she ran out again, her blue backside had turned to red. There has been nothing like it since the days of the weeping statues.”
“She is a demon, but not the kind you think,” the shoemaker replied. “Bring everyone together in the square at noon tomorrow. Until then, leave me in peace.”
The following day, at the appointed hour, a crowd gathered as the shoemaker had instructed. Just as the church bell finished striking the angelus, the old man marched his daughters into the square. Under his arm, he carried his cobbler’s bench, which he set before the fountain.
“I have been foolish and blind,” he announced to the crowd. “I believed one of my daughters was innocent, and the other was wicked. Today, I understand they are two of a kind. Anna, Olga, front and center!”
The girls obeyed and stood trembling before him. Each was wrapped in a dirty white sheet. These the old man abruptly snatched away, and the crowd gasped to see the truth revealed. Not only were the girls naked, but their bums were different colors. One was azure, the other gules — as, gentle Reader, you were surely expecting.
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Nice story. A little bit hard to read for me as non-native english speaker, but I enjoyed it.
Were they underage ?