Everyone stood around Whispy Woods. It was mid-afternoon, and yet this particular moment had an eerie, almost dark feeling surrounding it. A few yards away, a sign had been poorly hammered into the ground, and leaning to one side. It read; Access to Whispy Woods will be strictly prohibited for the length of two weeks. Anyone seen here will be punished severely.
"Dedede is still doing this?", a boy named Bun complained, "He can't still be trying to clear these trees out!" His sister, Fumu, was right next to him. She stared at the woods in dismay. "No", she replied,"Dedede has been doing this since before that ambition. Dad even says he did this before I was born" To be exact, this had happened every five years. For what seemed like no real reason at all, Whispy Woods was banned off. None of the residents questioned it much, and they received no answer when they did, only a threat to be thrown in jail if they did enter the Woods.
Bun just rolled his eyes, "Whatever. I'll just go somewhere else to play. One spot isn't that big of a deal". Fumu ignored him, and focused instead on the woods. What caused this ban? Was it a normal, idiotic fear Dedede had? Had he recently made a huge mistake, and was just covering it up? That couldn't be it, if this happened every few years. The more Fumu thought about it, the more her head hurt. Maybe I shouldn't be stressing myself over this. Maybe this really is no big deal, Fumu thought. She shrugged, and quickly cast the ordeal out of her mind.
Some time later, Fumu decided to take her brother home. As they came back into town, she couldn't help but let her mind drift back to Whispy Wood's ban. Every possible theory she had thought of resurfaced. She spaced out for a moment, thinking I can't ignore this. Everyone else seems Yes, Dedede has done some weird things around here, but for some reason this seems different. If he's not cutting Whispy Woods down, why is it banned off? What if this is something seriou-
Fumu thought was cut short. She hadn't noticed she was in the middle of the street, as Mayor Len's car hit her
She felt no pain. She was dazed, yet she could tell nothing had broken. Bun was right next to her, shouting, "Fumu? Fumu, are you okay?" "I'm okay, really", she reassured him. In fact, other than the headache caused by everyone nearby freaking out, she was fine. Fumu turned her eyes to Mayor Len's car. There was a large dent on it, from where she was hit. Wait, why am I okay? Shouldn't I be dead?
Everyone crowded around, to see if Fumu was okay. She kept telling them, "Really, I'm fine! Look at me, I'm not harmed!" but no one listened. They all assumed she at least had a head injury. Despite her insistence, she was immediately transferred to a hospital.
Ironically, upon closer inspection, even the doctor concluded she was fine. "No hemorrhaging, no broken bones, no bruising…You seem completely fine." He told her. "Okay then. May I go home?" Fumu asked. "I'm sorry, but you still need to stay here. We just need to be sure. It is only for the night."
Fumu didn't say anything back. She swam in her own thoughts. First the ban, now she was miraculously fine after being hit by a car. Was it connected? Was it a coincidence? She wasn't sure anymore. Maybe it really is nothing. Wait, no it is not! Something is going on here! No, no there isn't. It's just in your head. It isn't! This is serious!
Throughout the night, she kept on trying to convince herself that it was all in her head. Eventually, she reached a point where she began to drift off. She snapped herself awake, but she slowly drifted off again, and finally fell asleep. However, right before she did, Fumu could had sworn she heard a voice whisper to her, "Good night, and pleasant dreams"
