• A cold draft blew Claire’s hair on her pale skin. Still unconscious, she moaned and shivered all over her delicate body (She frightfully skinny). An unusually large black rabbit was making his way back to his den when he tripped on the small girl.

    “I dare say! You have to sleep right in the middle of the path, you—“ he saw that the girl was asleep finally. Embarrassed, he looked around in hopes that no one was around, and tiptoed (for a rabbit) over to Claire. “Little lady, are you okay?” He stood there a moment, hoping for a response. Instead, he got a whack in the nose by Claire’s falling arm. Surprised, he jumped up on a tree and held his nose in pain. “If that’s how you usually treat kind, generous rabbits like me, then, then good day to you!” He angrily waved his fist, and went on his way back to the den.

    A few hours passed by, and Claire began to stir a bit. She curled up as best she could in a ball to keep what was left of her warmth. Wondering why it was so cold, she opened her eyes to a bright and colorful new world. She quickly sat up, twisting her head to see where on earth she was. She then remembered how she came, and screamed.

    “Why it’s a wee bit too late for that, little lady” said a raspy voice from behind. Claire jumped to her feet and tried to see her new guest. “Wh-Who’s there?” frightened, she started backing up. She felt her hips grasped by very muscular hands and gasped.

    “I’m not there, I’m here!” said the voice behind her. He chuckled and pulled her next to his ear “No one uses the word ‘there’ anymore, silly little lady.” She held still, hoping that someone would hop out of the polka-dotted bushes and say ‘Hello! I am a handsome prince that was protecting you all this time! I will now free you from this wretched man!’

    Before she could think further, she was rapidly turned around to see her harasser. Stunned, she could only gape. Before her stood a very tall man dressed in a purple tuxedo with clown face paint on. Only, it looked as though he had cried a good deal, so it was all dripping down and staining his suit. He would’ve been quite handsome if it wasn’t for the make-up, and his evil looking smirk. Claire squirmed, but it was no use, he held her firm and there was no getting away. She squinted, not wanting to think of what would happen next; except nothing did. She opened one eye, and saw that he was still grinning. She opened the other eye and had the feeling she was being tricked somehow. Finally, she mustered the courage to utter a word.

    “What?” He snapped out of it, and shaking his head a bit, he looked back at Claire. “Why, hello!” He dropped her immediately and she landed on the cold ground. He was bent in half laughing like he just heard the joke of a lifetime. Finally free, she turned and looked around for an escape route. There was plenty, she was in a forest. Looking back, she saw that the clown man hadn’t noticed she got up, he was laughing too hard. His voice boomed and seemed to vibrate the whole forest. Clutching her ears, she ran to the right, hoping she would be able to find a way out of this place; in the very least away from the clown man.

    She cried with her hands still glued to her ears, and running, running, running, running. She only stopped when she couldn’t hear his nasty laugh anymore. Looking around, she saw that she was now in a sunny mushroom patch, only these mushrooms were as tall as her. She hopped up onto one, and continued crying. She felt a flutter on her arm and flinched. She would die if it was the clown man again. But no, it was a seemingly harmless blue bird. She smiled and wiped the tears from her eyes. The bird had landed on her right arm and started singing in her ear, drowning out the sound of the ghastly clown man’s laugh still ringing in her ears. The bird had a mischievous look in its eyes and sung a tune that sounded familiar. Claire started to hum along, knowing the tune, but she couldn’t place it.

    “Do not fret, little lady. There are good people in this world, as well as the bad people.” The bird chirped. Not surprised anymore, Claire resumed a frown.

    “But I don’t know this world, I’m lost” She started sobbing again. The bird nuzzled it’s head on her cheek, and she couldn’t help but giggle.

    “Well then, you need to find your way out! Look inside to find the key…” The bird gave a final chirp and fluttered off. How cliché Claire thought. She jumped up and before the bird got out of hearing sight, she tried to yell.

    “What was that song you where singing?” But the bird gave her a nod and was off. Frustrated, and alone, she kicked the mushroom, breaking off a piece. “Typical. TYPICAL!” This is how it always is. The person gives you information in riddles. Why can’t they just make themselves clear? She heard a distant thunder to her left and looked around for the storm. She backed up a bit, because it wasn’t thunder was hearing, it was some monster. She saw trees falling, and another roar. The ground started to tremble a bit.

    Not wanting to see what the thing looked like, Claire hopped off the mushroom, and started running off again. This place is like a haunted carnival park… Claire thought. Running past all the odd plants and animals, she could only think of home.