Peculiar was this reading… peculiar indeed. I don’t often find myself picking up works such as these. It reminded me of almost a Shelley type, you know, it included the gothic theme used by his wife but revolved on something as ordinary as… two woman living in a farm? And without a man at all, by Jove!
The distinctions between civilization and nature were thoroughly explicit within the reading, but what I found most interesting was the mundane nature of the plot. It was very pastoral within its setting, that I am used to… but there was something more… some other type of hidden tone among the wilderness, almost eerie. And where did this feeling come from? Why did it make me shiver so?
It must have been the definite oppositions, the horror, and the two girls against a beast. There was something else still. I could not put my finger on it. I within my parlor, my desk, my fine books, sitting down after a long day coming to read the characteristics of the fox and noticing my breath stop, my pulse quicken. I myself, felt… restricted, inexperienced in comparison to this beast.
The tale comes to a jolt once their poultry is being ravaged by a mysterious animal. I believe this animal is a consequence, you know, of the woman living on their own, and show the dangers and horrors that could come from such an occurrence.
This is why the Henry, such a good fellow, came along to rescue the girls! However, Bandford the poor dear, did not make it but he managed to save March from the savage!
Oh happy day, what a tale. Civilization triumphs indeed.

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