You see a view of Sleepy Peak, the sky a dull grey and the clouds heavy. But there in the seemingly depressed town, a young woman was playing a ukulele, singing. She would turn to the crowd of people and sing a bar about them, they all seemed to eat it up.
"Alright ladies and gentleman…" She started as she looked in the direction of the sheriff who had come to watch her display.
"Okay everyone gather around…" She sang. "This is sheriff Sal, and respect him we shall.." She turned back to the crowd. "Now how does that sound?..."
She turned to see a platypus who was wearing a little vest. "Hello Muack, to who i still say 'Hi' despite my anxiety attacks…" The animal simply made a gruff snarl in return to the singers welcome. She then turned to a man with black hair and a white shirt. "Ah Fred… i've got one for you…" She then trailed off and stopped playing as she felt an all too familiar wind in her hair. As it blew little white petals from the surrounding apple trees' blossoms looked like snow. She looked up at the sky, "Winds in the East…" She said still singing. "Hm… there's a mist coming in…" She said under her breath. "Like something is brewing… about to begin…" She sang with a smile. "I can't put my finger on what lies in store… but i feel what's to happen All happened before…"
Muack made a noise and it brought her out of her small trance. She looked at the crowd, who was now staring at her with confusion. "Ah! I'm sorry… where was I?... " She then had a big finish with her uke and the crowd of people laughed and clapped.
"Thank you all for your kind support… " She mused as she held out a small tin cup for the spectators to put tips in. She sighed as only two put their money in. as she was counting the money she looked up at someone with a frown.
"May i help you?..." she asked.
"Can you help me find number seventeen SleepyPine lane?... I'm suposta deliver this package but i can't seem to find it..." the mailman asked.
"First day?..." She huffed.
He nodded and looked to the ground.
She shrugged, "Alright i'll show you… " She started walking of and the Mailman followed.
"This here is SleepyPine lane… a pretty good spot in this shitty town..."
She gestured to a tall building with what appeared to be a… boat, on the roof.
"This isn't number seventeen, no no… this is the home of Admiral Campbell… or Admiral Boom as we all call the old shit…"
"Hello down there!..." Yelled the so called 'Admiral Boom' from his roof-boat.
"Morning Admiral!..." The singer yelled back up.
"Well young one where are you of to!?..."
"Number seventeen SleepyPine lane!... why!?..."
"Well you'd best be careful… there's a storm brewing in that home!..." the crazy-old-coot shot back.
She rolled her eyes and kept walking, motioning for the mailman to follow.
They walked a little ways, she then gestured to a tall white building with white trim and a white roof.
"This here is seventeen SleepyPine lane… Home of the Tominey fami-" She stopped short when a loud crash and Yelling could be heard from the house.
"Looks like Admiral Boom was right… there is a storm brewing in number seventeen.