Where are you going Tabitha?
You have a choice in front of you. Up to now you have found it easy to enjoy your fantasies of running away to sea, having adventures and finding your unicorn, so indulging them was harmless play, although irritating to others. Now that you are offered the real chance of escape and you are on the edge of a cliff, looking into a huge abyss, dare you jump? You're not a modern girl; you were born over three hundred years ago- your choices are limited!
Hang on, I am forgetting- you were in fact born not much more than a year ago, but I have come to know you, and for me, you are at least as real as any person that I see on screen. I should have complete power over you Tabitha, and can make you do whatever I like, but it doesn't seem that way. My freedom to make you do certain things is limited by the way I have already created you:- the more I write, the fewer choices I have. Just like you. Why then, is it so difficult for me to see how it ends. I left you sobbing, and asking “What shall I do, what shall I do?” Ok, I’m not sobbing, but I am asking the same question.
Speak to me Tabitha. Please. And soon.


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(Tabitha was her and the human's baby) It's always a puzzle.
cf. Bewitched, 1960s american sitcom and Tabitha (made in the 1970s and a bit of a flop).
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