yay..time to write means faster updates...so yeah..here's a little bit more...It's only about half the chapter though...and it's getting put up now because I'm impatient...so..yeah..

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Following the unreasonably colorless horse out from the massive trees I stared, I couldn't help it. Since when was there a fair stop near us? I was, to say the least, a bit more confused than before. I, or rather my fuzzy white kidnapper has found civilization, at last, and all that I encountered was what appeared to be some kind of conveniently placed renaissance fair, though I must say that it seemed quite permanent and not at all like any of the fairs I had encountered. There were people working in fields of wheat and corn and other things that I was never quite sure of what they were with tools that hadn't been used like this for quite some years. Beyond that was a town constructed of wood and stone with thatched roofs and the like, definitely a bit of a change from the brick and cement buildings and paved roads lined with cars and trucks that I was so used to seeing. I was no longer in Kansas anymore. Toto, I think we've managed to land on mars. That reminds me I needed to get a pet. No the horse didn't count. I, unfortunately, never was the child that wanted a pony, I've always wanted a rat or a snake. Go being abnormal.

So after a bit more staring and a lot more woolgathering I came to my senses, or more accurately the creature beside me pushed me with it's nose, and made my move, around the fields. I wasn't quite sure I wanted to go into that town and hadn't yet made a decision to run back into the woods with my tail between my legs like a scared puppy, though I suspected that my abductor would hardly allow that.

With more than a couple more insistent nudged from the slightly abusive being now trailing behind me I slowly decided it would be far less painful for me to head towards town no matter how many qualms I had about going into it.

As I got closer I was suddenly entirely uncomfortable for an extremely different reason. I wouldn't be able to hide like I usually did from what I could see.

Here is what I saw, women wearing long possibly skirts, vests, or stays, or corsets over a long shift or blouses. Men wearing trousers and shirts with large sleeves and vests and coats and boots. Things that I certainly couldn't even pretend to fit in with my torn, patched, and paint filled old jeans and old t-shirt proclaiming that Utah was in fact awesome that I had stolen from my dad's closet years ago all brought together with my severely worn sneakers that had holes in the sides, duct tape holding the strings together, paint dripped on them a few places and writing all over the sides of the soles. Surely not the best of clothes to be wearing even in today's society. Then again I never had cared for the latest fashions. Though the longer that I thought about it the more I began to suspect that my bag still had an extra pair of clothes in it. The shirt within it was no better than the one I was wearing as it proclaimed that cheese was good but if I remembered correctly I had a vest in there too. As fast as I could, without falling completely over for the umpteenth time today, I swung my bag off my shoulder, plopped it upon the ground, and began rooting through it only to bring out a gray woolen vest that I had swiped from an old suit of my dad's that he didn't wear anymore and was going to give away. (I get a lot of my clothes from him, or as hand me downs or from thrift stores, either way they've generally already been worn. The only things I get new are sometimes jeans (scary how I can fit into my dad's old ones) and undergarments!). Score! The vest made me feel slightly better because it ment that I wouldn't be as obtrusive but there was nothing that I could do about the pants. But wait, there's more. I also remembered I had taken off my sleeves last week and hadn't cleaned out my bag since then so my arms became covered as I pulled my beige coloured sleeves up to my armpits. (Yes I have just sleeves...okay so they're old rolling pin covers but they could be sleeves and they kept my arms warm when I needed it.) Okay so I had sleeves a vest and multicoloured pants, yeah that's less noticeable. Right. Let me live in my delusions.
So commenced my stroll towards town to find out where I had landed and if I had, in fact gone crazy since I was attacked by a puppet.

However, as I entered the town I could hear people occasionally calling out to friends, women gossiping as they carried their baskets of who knows what, and the general buzz of noise that always seemed to go hand in hand with groups of people. It took me a few moments to notice but when I did I nearly fell over. I couldn't understand a word they were saying!

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