Winnie Foster was bored. She lay on the spiky grass in front of her prissy, perfect life. A green frog sat beside her, croaking and sticking his tongue out at her. "Now stop, that's not very polite!" The frog blinked and continued to stick his tongue out. Winnie laughed and looked up into the cloudy blue sky, as the sun shone through the semi-dark clouds, she could hear the faint tinkle of a music box. She sat up, wondering where it could possibly be from. Suddenly her grandmother came bursting through the front door. "THE ELVES! THEY'RE BACK!" Her grandmother started to waltz around the yard, going on about elves. "Isn't it BEAUTIFUL Winnie?" ~*~ 2 hours earlier ~*~ May Tuck rolled out of her bed, being careful not to disturb her sleeping husband. She dressed and tucked her precious music box into her pockets, before slinking out the door, into the dewy dawn. She was headed to town, to see her boys. Every ten years, she would go into the small town of Treegap, and await the arrival of her two sons, Miles and Jesse. She carefully rode her carriage over the bumpy path and into town. She settled on a corner. A few minutes later she herd yelps of excitement. "Ma! Ma!! Oh my lord it's ma! C'mon miles!" Two large boys ran up to her, and gave her hugs and kisses. "Oh Miles, Jesse. it's been so long!" Jesse picked her up and twirled her. "Oh ma, I went to Paris! Paris! Do you believe it!?!?" May smiled. She had missed her family. ~*~ the next day ~*~ Winnie was sick of it all. Her fancy dress, her fancy hair, he fancy HOUSE! And now THIS! Her mother had forced her to come to town, riding in an elegant carriage. Her mother had then left her, and was strolling into the tea cake shop. Winnie was intently watching a game of baseball, going on in the street. "Hey look, it's Winnie Foster!" Cried one of the boys. "Whatsa matter Winnie, scared to get your feet dirty?"

Winnies mother looked carefully over the cakes. There were many beautiful ones, but none suitable enough. "I want mere 4 inch ones!" She said to the clerk. "None of theese will do, I want TEA cakes, not a CAKE!" The man nodded. "We could have them specially made Mrs. Foster, but they won't be done for a good twenty minutes." Suddenly Mrs. Foster heard yelling and laughing from outside.

"Winnie! RUN HOME!" She had shown them. ALL of them. Little Miss Winnie had stepped out of her carriage and whooped herself a home run. Now she was racing around the bases, scoring a point for her team. "WINIFRED FOSTER!" She stopped running and jogged over to her mother, before waving good bye and being loaded into her carriage once again.