~In Which A Grand Adventure Begins~
Dust and hay swirled in an easy breeze across the desaturated landscape of a simple farmstead; the forlorn whispering a gentle reminder of the dismal loneliness and boredom of everyday life. How long had they been there? How long had life been so very repetitive and predictable?
Not much different from how they seemed to live on their own.
High up in the rafters of the creaky old barn, the instigator of the twisted fairytale perched quietly, waiting for her victims... ah... projects... to wake up. She'd left them reclining against a snoring cow. As good a place as any to rest. After some time, it appeared that they would need a little nudge of sorts. With a wide grin tugging her sharp teeth into view, the little Sprite faded now into nothing
BANG!!! CRASH!!!
"Dorothy Gail! It's nearly sundown! Get up, get up!" an exasperated voice called as the barn door swung open hard.
A worn looking woman in her autumn years nudged the two dreamers with her foot and wrung at her apron in frustration. What was she going to do with that girl? She would lay around all day with that dog if she thought she could get away with it!
"It's nearly supper time and you still haven't fed the chickens or slopped the pigs, Dorothy. Now you and Toto had better go on and GET, you hear me? Or it's right to bed with no supper at all." she frowned deeply.
