The three sisters were not really evil. It was just in their nature to hang out on the rocks and sing. If you had a voice as lovely and enticing as theirs, would you not want to show it off? Unfortunately the sisters were not really that bright. They had never connected the dots between their mezmerizingly beautiful songs and the sailors that seemed to dash and crash their ships on those very rocks on a very regular basis, on almost a daily basis really. But who’s counting?
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