Grox strode on dragging his lunch bundle along the dusty road. He didn’t mind. It seemed fitting for a sandwich.
He stopped. The sign above him indicated Bigton to the left. Looking back he said goodbye to his past. Putting one small green foot in front of the other he continued toward the man-city.
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The thief frantically moved his tools within the lock. Sweat was dripping off his nose. With each passing moment he knew that the guards were marching closer. He had to get through this door before the ogres caught the musty scent passed through his perspiration. Finally he heard the click and rapidly turned the handle.
“Liar! Story-teller!” Amber fumed. “And Mom and Dad always pretend to believe her.”
She stomped angrily through the woods. Still muttering, she didn’t notice the hole in the ground until it was too late.
Down, down she slid… to the bottom, where she was shocked to see a White Rabbit staring intently at a pocket-watch.
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