Innocent Angela didn't know that there was something wrong with Waffle Town. She dismissed the captain, Pascal was his name, as a crazy old eccentric man. Old people always get excuses. Angela was forced to be taken to some shack they called a bait shop. Ozzie, the man behind the cash register seemed fairly normal. He didn't talk much, and if he did talk it was fish related. "WHERE IS THAT VARMIT OF A SON?!" yelled old Captain Pascal. And that's when Angela saw Toby. She automatically suspected something was wrong with him. Toby's eyes didn't open. He looked funny with his white hair and such. Toby also seemed…crazy. After Angela settled down in her new farm she swore to find out what was really wrong with him.
Angela was then taken to a small farm, where this one guy named Craig taught her "Farmer 101." And by "Farmer 101" it meant slave chores. She had to pull out weeds, water and plant crops, and harvest the crops for money Angela was never going to get. All for a handful of G and some rusty equipment. By the end of the day, Angela had an extreme loathing for Craig and a really bad back. Then this fat porky thing called "Mayor" asked her to choose where she wanted her farm. Angela asked for the Caramel Lake District one because she liked caramel. She excused "Mayor", too because he looked pretty darn old. When she slept, weird things started to happen.
Her dream was pitch black, but she could hear a couple of voices in her head. "Hello there, and welcome to Waffle Town! I can see that you did not have an enjoyable time, so far. Well, and you're already beginning to find out some of the villager's true identities," said a deep booming male voice. "Hey, let me talk, too! You're hogging up all the attention as usual," said a not as deep male voice. "Well, you must figure out YOUR true identity before you uncover the one's of the villagers," said the not as deep voice. "So that is why you shall meet us tomorrow at midnight by the beach down on the bottom of the Caramel Lake District," said the deeper voice, and her dream was over.
Angela spent the day, hard at work on the piece of land people called her "farm." Moo Moo farms to be exact. Angela wanted a whole ton of animals, so she believed that if she named her farm that, cows would come. At least, she hoped so. Angela need to know once and for all if she wasn't crazy, so she took up the whole, "meet me at midnight," offer.
It was dark. Very dark. Well, no duh, it was midnight. Angela repeatedly checked her watch while on the beach. 12:00. A light came, and two figures stepped out of it. One was this silver haired guy with funny marks on his face, who was also wearing a black robe, and the other was this red-haired guy wearing a dress. Angela laughed at them, until they began to talk. It was then she realized that this wasn't a dream. Angela's dreams were never comedies, sadly. "WHO ARE YOU?!" yelled Angela. "We are your mentors and we advise you know to shut up," said the guy in the robe. "We come with an important message," said red-hair. "To floss every day? Well sorry, but there is no floss in this godforsaken village," said Angela, pissed off because she lost her composure. "No, but you're a witch!" said black robe. Red-hair started to clap. Angela screamed, and tackled black-robe. Unfortunately for our heroine, red-hair was quite muscular and he separated the two. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?!" yelled Angela. "I mean, you can use magic!" said black-robe. "Heeeey, you don't look like Harry Potter!" said Angela. "THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!" said black-robe. "Take this staff ,bracelet, and instruction guide" said red-hair. "The staff can help you channel your magic, and the bracelet is a lie detector. The instruction guide is for idiots like you," hissed black-robe. Red-hair and black robe disappeared in the light, right before Angela was about to hurt them. But for now, she had more interesting things to do….
