There were wanderers around a garden. The owners of the garden should be able to see them. You see, these wanderers live in a village that is no larger than my shoe.
There are two wanders. They are both blonde but have a few differences. One is taller and has short blonde hair with a piece sticking up. His eyes are the color of an afternoon sky. The other blonde is much smaller than his brother. His hair is long and he also has a piece that sticks up from his head but it hangs low in his face. His eyes are a bright violet color.
"We're lost, aren't we Al?" the smaller blonde, Matthew, asked.
"We are not lost!" the taller one, Alfred, answered. "We just can't find the path that we were on."
"We're lost."
Matthew looked around, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. We are going in a circle. We passed that tree three times.
"Al, I think that we should stop and try to ask directions back to the village."
"Who are we going to ask!"
*THUMP* THUMP*
"Al!" They both looked up when they felt a shadow fall over them. They scurried back into a "tree". A big boot settled in the spot that they were just in.
"FROG!" A voice came from way above them. They looked up but couldn't see anything because the person was really tall.
"I think that's a human," Matthew whispered.
"Why are you whispering? It's not like that person could hear us," Alfred said.
They both looked up when the thumping started again. This time a person much taller than the other came around.
"What are you screaming for?"
Arthur turned around and stared into his brother's chest. "I told you time and time again to kill those rats!"
Arthur was not very tall. He had shaggy blonde hair and had two bushy eyebrows. His eyes are a green color that matched the color of his shirt, which feels like nature is looking at you in the eyes. He was known as a one girl type of boy, that is until THEY get tired of him or Francis starts to date them. He was born in England but lost his parents in a plane crash. He was adopted by Francis' family.
Francis looked down to see small tracks in the dirt of their garden. "I did kill the rats," he stated.
Francis was taller than his brother. His hair is longer and wavier than his brother's. His eye color is blue. But it's a calm blue, a blue that will get you lost the minute you look into his eyes. He was born in France and has loved his whole life there. He was a playboy that will change girlfriends almost every week. His parents decided to send him and Arthur to America where they are to learn of different cultures.
"Then what is making those tracks?"
Francis shrugged and bent down. Looking under a very pretty rose, he spotted two pairs of eyes staring at him. On further inspection, it appeared to be two little people trying to hide themselves in the stem of the flower. He reached his index finger and touched them. They were trembling and they looked scared.
"Frog, what are you-"
"Come and take a look at the 'rats'," Francis said.
Arthur bent down and looked at where his brother was pointing. His eyes widened when he saw what's been making the tracks. Two little blondes were huddled next to each other, scurrying away from Francis' wandering finger.
"Would you stop that?" Arthur said. His eyes softened when he saw the two people. "You're scaring them."
Francis stopped what he was doing and pulled away. The two blondes relaxed when they didn't see a huge finger in front of them. Arthur reached out and scooped them up into his hands. Standing up, he turned around and headed back into the house. Francis stayed and fixed the tracks that their little guests made.
"Al, I'm scared."
Alfred hugged his brother close. He looked around the room they were in. He felt even smaller than he knows he was. His brother was shaking with fear. They weren't supposed to talk to humans because humans might kill them; they are too small to be noticed.
"Who are you?"
Alfred looked up and shrieked. Arthur rubbed his forehead. "Please, I don't want to hurt you."
"That's what they all say," came a tiny voice. He focused more clearly on the blondes. "They just say that and then they tried to kill us when we least expect it." The blonde that was talking was trying very hard not to cry. "You don't know how many times me and my brother had to run from you humans."
Arthur just stared hard. "What's your name?"
"Alfred."
Arthur took a minute glance at the other. "I am Matthew," he stated, peeking out from around his brother's arms.
"Arthur." Francis came back, wiping the soil off on a hand cloth. "That's my brother Francis."
"All tracks have been cleaned and the garden back to its perfection."
"WHAT! You've been clearing our tracks!" Alfred shouted. "You're the reason me and my brother are lost in the first place!"
"Sorry." Both humans looked guilty for a second. Alfred and Matthew looked at each other and then at them. Matthew started to move forward, inching towards the humans and the edge of the table. Alfred had to hold the back of his shirt to stop him from going any further.
"Don't feel guilty," Matthew started. "We can find our way back to the village if you direct us to the forest."
"Well, I could take you there," Francis said.
"Master Francis, your date has arrived."
"Never mind," he answered, rushing out the door before Arthur can yell at him to be home before a certain time.
Arthur sighed and turned to the little people. "I will take you to the forest but are you sure you'll be able to find your way to your village from there?"
They both nodded. They looked around for a bit until they stared at Arthur. They raised their arms up high and said one word. "Up."
Alfred rode on Arthur's left shoulder, holding tightly to his ear. Matthew was on the other shoulder, hand gripping the fabric of the collar of Arthur's shirt.
"We're here!" Alfred said, sliding down Arthur's arm.
"Al!" Matthew said, looking very scared for his brother.
Arthur picked his hand up, palm out, for Matthew to use. Matthew jumped onto the hand that was being offered to him. Arthur then bent down and let Matthew off to meet up with his brother.
"I don't see it."
"You can't because it is hidden," Matthew answered.
Arthur stared hard at the place where Alfred disappeared to. Maybe it's in that bush, he thought.
"Thank you very much for helping us get back. We could find our way from here," Matthews said, bowing his head to show his thanks.
"No problem."
After that, Arthur went back to his house to wait for Francis to get back from his date with Katrina. Matthew and Alfred followed the path that they could see back to their village and worried mother.
