By Martin Sercombe
For her tenth birthday, Alina received a very special Russian doll from her grandmother. It was beautifully painted, with intricate designs that sparkled in the light. But what made this doll truly special was the fact that it contained another smaller doll inside.
Alina was fascinated by this, and immediately opened the next doll to see what was inside. To her delight, there was another smaller one, then another and another. She continued to open the dolls, curious to see how small they could get. By the time she had a dozen of these diminishing dolls lined in a row, she started to wonder when she would reach the smallest one. Yet, every time she opened up a new doll, there was always another smaller one to be discovered.
By the time she reached the twentieth, Alina needed to use tiny tweezers to prize it apart. Doll number thirty was so small she needed a powerful magnifying glass to see its contents. As she looked inside, she was shocked to find a tiny, hairy creature peering back at her. It was no larger than a grain of sand, with black, beady eyes and razor-sharp teeth. As she watched, the creature climbed out of its prison and began to eat the doll that had enclosed it.
As soon as it had finished it seemed to double in size and look even hungrier. In the blink of the eye, it ate the next doll, growing larger and more voracious. Soon it had worked its way obsessively through the entire row, until it reached the largest doll. By now it was the size of a very fierce looking dog.
It gulped down the last doll, then cast a ravenous look in Alina’s direction…
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