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Mary was stubbornly sitting on the chair with a straight back and carefully looking at her new ward. It was a strange task, she thought, catching at the edge of her mind the tip of an elusive thought that wanted to hide for some time.
It was already around midnight when out of boredom she created several new types of flowers in George's pots, settled the bird she had created herself in a beautiful cage and while stroking a fluffy kitten on her knees, recalled the legend she was told being a baby about how Devil gave heart to one of the imps. The legend has it that, after the completion of a highly important assignment (what was the essence of the task, the story is silent), the most loyal imp answered to the offer to choose anything that he wanted to have a heart just like a human has. And to remember everything. No one ever knew why he would need a heart. And no one could say for sure what exactly the hell’s subject didn’t want to forget. At least, this legend justified the existence of such a Devil-like imp. And everyone was afraid of meeting him no less than meeting Devil. After all, everyone understood that Devil never gives something for no reason. What kind of “merits” should this imp have, if he personally gave him something like a heart?!..
Toward morning, she felt sleepy as well since earth laws are the same for everyone. The kitten that was sitting on her knees disappeared. The bird stopped singing in its little cage and the flowers bloomed several times, fell off and bloomed again. Right at that moment when she finally closed her eyes, George, on the contrary, woke up.