Ten years has past since the Trubshaw baby incident occurred I am now twenty eight years old and my little sister has turned eleven by now here I am sitting in front of my vanity until the butler knocked on my door " Ms. Portley Rind you have received mail." He said as I opened my door " Oh thank you butler." I said as the butler bowed down And walked away I looked through the mail as I named the names on the mail " Camila...Lily....Melissa.." I said as I came across one that said " Boxtroll exterminators" I went to go lock my door but until my little sister Winnie came in " Yes? Winnie?" I asked then she said " Boxtrolls! They could come eat my face off at any moment Heather!" She said " No one's coming inside Winnie don't worry about it!" I said then she looked at me " Come on Heather we better warn Father right now!" She said grabbing my hand while walking downstairs we both heard men laughing " Looks like father is enjoying his time with his White hat friends come on Winnie off to bed." I said then she whispered " No Heather I must tell Father about the boxtrolls of I don't then they'll rip my face off." She said then she knocked no answer she knocked again but no answer she got frustrated then she opened the door wide open just to see father talking to the other white hats they were talking about bridges, cheese, and my heir to lady Portley Rind " Important town business to discuss. First on the docket, more complaints of crumbling bridges." Father said as a white hat began to speak " Speaking of crumbling, is that a new blue cheese I see?" The white hat said as everyone noticed the new blue cheese Then they sniffed it " Does smell delicious." Another white hat said " Well, I suppose we could do with a nibble first." Father said tasting the blue cheese while they took a nibble on the blue cheese one white hat said " Pungent! I'm treating notes of plum!" The white hat said " All good fun. But we do have this school funding initiative to vote on. Been sitting here for months, all in favor of..." Father got cut off " -Cutting open the Roquefort next..." The white hat said as they all said " Aye!" They yelled " Well, okay, okay. A quick reminder, tomorrow is Trubshaw baby Remembrance Day. And we all know what that means a performance by Madame Frou Frou." Father said as another white hat said " A vision! Bows there's a woman with...with some cheese on her bones!" The white hats said then Father said " A lady like that is like a fine Brie. Raw, dangerous, maybe a little stinky, but one taste and you'll be begging for..." Father said while he was kissing the cheese then Winnie said " Father." Then father squished the cheese " Winifred! Heather?" He said getting up from his seat " Heather you stay right here we have something to discuss. Winifred, go on off to bed. Off to bed! But, Father, I saw boxtrolls again!" Winnie said while father was shooing her " They're right outside! They could come rip the flesh off my bones, any moment." Winnie said being ignored by father " Yes! Yes, one moment." He said then he turned to Winnie " Winifred, proper girls should not be obsessing over grotesque monsters. I'm not obsessed! I just can't stop imaging them gnawing off my toes and stringing them together as a necklace! Father? Father." Winnie said still being ignored by father Winnie groaned " If they kidnapped me and slurped up my intestines like noodles, would you give up your white hat to save me?" Winnie said " Hmm? Um, yes, Winifred..." Father said looking in the tasting room " Father!" Winnie said now getting fathers attention " What? White hat, right? Oh, seems to have been smudged by a bit of Brie. Be a dear and have the butler give it a wash, would you? Gentlemen I apologize now Heather..." father said closing the door.
Winnie's POV:
After being shut out by my father talking to his favorite daughter ever I had his white hat in my hands " I'll give your hat a wash, all right." I said throwing his white hat out the window watching it going down " Ha!" I laughed while hearing laughing from the tasting room " Uh-oh..." I said regretting throwing the hat off the window I went downstairs unlocking the series of locks on the door then I opened the door a creak I looked left and right too see if there was no boxtrolls in sight so I can grab my fathers white hat I sighed of relief then I started going downstairs the steps outside my house to get my falters hat I got scared and then I shrieked " Who...who's there?" I asked squinting my eyes to make a closer look off the tall figure as the figure started walking closer to me then the figure came out it was a boy looked about my age I gasped then was confused why he was out here " Who are you, boy?" I asked then the boy said " Boy?" The not said then boxtrolls grabbed him I was shocked until the boxtroll exterminators came just in time as I turned around I saw Mr. Snatcher with my Fathers white hat " Hmm, someone's out past curfew. Very dangerous.." he said continuing looking at my fathers hat " I...I saw a boy." I said then Snatcher said " All I saw was filthy boxtroll monsters. Miss Portley-Rind! Allow me to escort you home." Snatcher said " I can escort myself, thank you." I said turning my back crossing my arms then Snatched groaned then I turned back " If you'll just give me my fathers hat back." I said then Snatcher stepped on one side making me miss " Yes, how did this hat find itself all the way out here?" Snatcher asked me while we walked back to my house " The wind blew it, right out the window. Very windy tonight!" I said making up an excuse " Must've died down. Suddenly!" Snatcher said which made me gasp " There's no need of you coming inside." I said trying to keep Snatcher away from my house " Oh, but as a gentlemen, I insist. Lord Portley-Rind!" He said calling my father " Did you hear something?" I heard my father " Can I have the hat back now?" I asked then Snatcher held my hand " Please!" I begged "What in Gouda's name is going on? Archibald Snatcher?" My father said " Deepest apologies, Your Lordship. But I found something out in the street that belongs to you." Snatcher said giving me a nudge and pulling out fathers hat then father gasped " My white hat!" Father said I got confused and said " Huh?" I said " I'll take that." My father said while Snatcher wasn't talking his hands off of the hat " Now, now Snatcher one doesn't acquire a white hat by simply picking it up off bc the street!" My father said while both of them grunted then he saw black finger marks on them " A white hat indicates privilege, prestige, position! It must be earned." My father said cleaning his hat then I saw the other white hats come out and so did Heather " With valor! Chivalry! Or being rich. That's how I got it!" The white hats said then Snatcher chuckled " Don't I know it, sirs. Fortunately, we still have our little agreement. When I destroy every last boxtroll in this town, I shall earn my white hat and join you in the Tasting Room." Snatcher said while the white hats closed the door on him which he looked at Heather " Well, well hello there Heather you've grown after ten years I heard you were going to be heir to becoming Lady Portley-Rund am I right?" He said taking too Heather " Yes I am Snatcher." Heather said " Good lord! Not sure who should be more terrified the boxtrolls or us." Father said while the men laughed " Now, how the devil did my hat get outside in the first place?" Father asked uh oh " I was told the wind had something to do with it." Snatcher said stepping aside so father could see me I looked down " The wind, eh?" Father said " Father, I'm sorry..." I said getting cut off by Snatcher " Sorry, can't stay. Too much work to do Miss Portley-Rind, Your Lordship, sirs, and To be-soon Lady Portley-Rind Heather. I bid you good night I'm sure we'll be seeing each other again very, very soon." Snatcher said closing the doors then father looked at me " Hmm..Winnie." Father whispered then Snatcher said " Don't forget I'm a size six and a half order ahead." He said Finally closing the door but his hat got in the way " Father, I'm sorry I didn't mean to. Well, at first I did, but I think this situation offers a great opportunity for a father and daughter to discuss their feelings. Wait! I saw something out there a boy with boxtrolls! Not another word. But, father, I really...Bed!" Father said " I did see a boy.
