Wendy Corduroy was a delightful, sassy young girl who hated trees. A lot.
She really hated trees. The word alone was enough to send her into a big huff. But why did she hate trees? No-one really knew apart from her.
The truth was, Wendy hated trees because for so long she'd just been.. Staring at them. Longing to do something meaningful with them. For 9 years of her life she'd lived in a worn, crumbling cottage in the very middle of Gravity Falls' enormous forest. Sure, she was in the town itself most of the time. But when she wasn't she was just... Staring at trees. The best entertainment they had was camping and playing with her brothers.
Sadly, her brothers' idea of fun was seeing who could knock one another out first.
Wendy, no matter how much she tried, looked nothing like the daughter of her father. Everyone else in her family was buff and muscly. Wendy sported red hair tied into scruffy little pig-tails, braces that really hurt.
Plus she tucked her shirt in.
Ew.
She was always trying to find ways to outshine her brothers. Whatever chance she got though... She just seemed to dismiss it. She never really cared for her father's 'lumberjack games', or going out into the woods to cut some damn trees. Which, by the way, is totally stupid. Her whole family lived and breathed... wood.
I SEE YOU LAUGHING IN THE BACK JERRY.
I mean, think about it. They lived in a house made of wood, they lived in a forest filled with wood, their main source of income was wood, her father wouldn't stop talking about wood... and on top of that he wouldn't stop trying to get her to become obsessed with the thing too. She didn't understand what all the fuss was. It smelled funny, looked funny and she always ran into trees when she was hanging around in the forest. Also, one time Tambry dared her to lick one.
Let's just say she couldn't go to school for a few days.
But now, at the age of 10, she was finally being given the oh-so-intense responsibilities that comes with a coming of age Corduroy family member. She got the WONDERFUL job of going into the woods for a whole day and chopping down trees.
For wood.
The very bane of her existence.
But I've been chattering for too long, haven't I? I should really start telling you about what happened on that oh-so-joyous day.