The Attic

"...No Idea"

Sarah slipped on her best clothes, a black tuxedo with a white oversized overcoat , a top hat, boots and a striped tie.

"You're really going to be wearing that?" Freddy asked her, holding back a laugh. "Of course, we've got to look our best!"" She said, sliding down the stair rails. A bunch of wood birds flying all over the place and reflected butterflies showing images of the house.

"Where are you going? Children?" Zaza asked. "..Nowhere important, Zaza." She said. "Be back soon, for you do not desire to be late for the feast tonight." They bleated. "Don't worry, Zaza, we'll be back." Freddy said, opening the door.

They ran through the forest, butterflies following the two aimlessly. "Where are we headed?" Freddy asked "..No idea." She stopped running, looking around. The forest was beautiful in the morning, the grass was green, the bushes dancing while flowers grew from the treetops as small colorful animals came out for breakfast.

It was a sight to behold.

They sat on a near-by flower bed, Sarah plucked one from the ground but quickly dropped it. She looked at her hands to see burnt skin. "What a spicy flower." she comments, Freddy laughs "Instead of sitting here, maybe we should get back on track." Freddy said, standing up. Sarah didn't listen, she stared at the wings of a yellow, mirror like butterfly. "Sarah?" Freddy taped her "Sarah?" He repeated, Sarah responded. "Yes, lets go" She said, getting up.

""Right.." Freddy said. They walked out of the forest and into the village. They saw mushroom houses with small, furry gardeners tending to flowers and other plants. In the streets were Quadricycles (Bicycles with 4 wheels and four seats) and a bunch of giraffes carrying floats and villagers holding protest signs.

"No more taxes!" They chanted, pushing deeper into the street, trying to get past a wall of security people guarding the king "Calm down, subjects, I don't see why you're so mad, I'm just taking your life earnings." The king said.

The citizens chanted and chanted, pushing at the security. "Sire, they're breaking through." His adviser said. "Call me my 'lawyers'" The king said "You don't mean-" His adviser stammered "Get them at once!" The king yelled, his purple nose turned red in anger.