Once upon a time, Tim and Lynda were walking through a nice village when they saw a pretty little girl. She said nothing. She looked really, really sad. Then she murmured, very quietly, that she was in trouble.
“Why? Lynda asked.
“Because …my …dad’s … telling … the king that I can spin straw into gold, but I can’t!”
“Why is your dad telling him then?” said Tim.
“Because I tricked him, I painted some straw gold,” she said miserably. Just then, all of a sudden, a couple of royal guards came rushing through the village.
“Quick!” said Tim.
“Run!” said Lynda. But the guards got their hands on the girl and ran off with her into the palace.
Do Tim and Lynda try to help the girl or not?