The Steamboat Conductor

^2014

“A uniform! Why? Do you like it? As do I!”

“Not really- no. I was talking about the huge thing on your head. Doesn’t that... hurt?”

“What are you... wearing...?”

The strangest part of being a map making, steamboat operator was sometimes finding yourself in new places. Typically, it would have been easier to find his way back, but this time seemed unlikely. A bit of nervousness swelled in his stomach as he’d dropped the anchor off his boat and stepped off into the unknown land, staring up at strange foliage he’d never smelled before. That wouldn’t be the oddest bit of the short man’s journeys.

After countless hours following his compass and calling out his siblings name in hopes of finding them, he stumbles across a strange little down, and even stranger, some big hulking man with horns. Who... was not really blocking his path, but William was William, and determined to find his sibling, decided that they were indeed blocking him.

“Excuse me, could you step aside?” He pipes up despite clearly being able to walk around the other. A+ job tiny muffin man.

“...Who?”