With her arms full, a young girl named Gwen Campbell* ran from MacConnachy Square to the Campbell house, where inside, her older sister, Fiona and her town & forest friends were preparing for Jean's wedding.

"I got the stuff, Fio..." Gwen announced, only to cut herself short upon seeing Jean looking out the window.

"Uh, Jean? What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm just getting some fresh air, that's all." Jean said before Rolf, a Scottish terrier*, and Mabel, a Rough Collie*, pulled her away from the window.

"Rolf! Mabel! What's gotten into you?"

"Even they know it's bad luck to see the groom before the wedding." Fiona said, picking Rolf up.

"I know that." said Jean. "But how can I resist not seeing Charlie before tonight, especially when's he tall, handsome, and such a romantic."

"Guess that would explain why he's known as the heartthrob of all of Scotland." said Gwen.

As the other girls laughed, she turned to...

"Pa, how did you feel when Ma agreed to marry you?"

"I didn't propose to her." said Mr. Campbell. "She did."

Surprised to hear that, Gwen said. "Really? 'Cause I always thought it was the guys who would do the asking."

"Aye, well, your mother is full of surprises, my dear." said Mr. Campbell, who, then, turned to Fiona, asking her. "Now, Fiona, can I trust you to get what's needed for tonight?"

"Of course, Papa." said Fiona.

"And be sure to get Charlie to sign the family bible." added Mr. Campbell.

"If I see him, I'll let him know." said Fiona.

"What about me?" asked Gwen.

"Good question, Gwennie." said Mr. Campbell. "While I'm out helping Mr. Lundie for a bit, I need you to keep an eye on Jean. After all, somebody has to make sure she doesn't look out the window for you-know-who."

"Oh!" Gwen groaned, frustrated over the fact that she has to look after one of her big sisters.

Once Mr. Campbell left the house, Ann, one of Fiona's friends, asked. "When you gonna think about marriage for yourself?"

"Oh, when I find someone who makes me think of it." Fiona replied while stroking Mabel's fur.

"And you've never met anyone up 'til now that made you think of it?"

"No, not yet."

"Doesn't that worry you?"

"A wee bit. But I'm not gonna let it worry me into marryin' the wrong one. I can tell ya that.

Many a lassie as ev'ryone knows'll
Try to be married before twenty-five.
So she'll agree to most any proposal.
All he mus' be is a man, an' alive.
I hold a dream an' there's no compromisin'
I know there's one certain laddie for me.
One day he'll come walkin' o'er the horizon:
But should he not, then an old maid I'll be.
Foolish, ye may say.
Foolish I will stay.
Waitin' for my dearie, an' happy am I
To hold my heart till he comes strollin' by.
When he comes, my dearie, one look an' I'll know
That he's the dearie I've been wantin' so.

While Gwen, Jean, and the other girls listened to Fiona's singing, Mabel and the forest animals snuck out through the window. Rolf stayed behind to hear Fiona sing, only to be carried away by Mabel.

FIONA:
Though I'll live forty lives
Till the day he arrives
I'll not ever, ever grieve
For my hopes will be high
That he'll come strollin' by;
For ye see, I believe
That there's a laddie weary, and wanderin' free,
Who's waitin' for his dearie:
Me!

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, which Gwen opened, letting in a chipmunk, who blew a makeshift horn, then made way for...Rolf dressed as Fiona's dream dearie, wearing a cape that covered Mabel, who tried to hold up Rolf, whom the birds held onto while Fiona danced around the room with him, when Jean stepped in, while singing.

JEAN:
What do you do while you're waitin' around
For your lad to come your way?

FIONA:
Well, when no one is lookin', ye kneel on the ground,
An' ye pray an' pray an' pray!

ANN:
But when lassies sit an' have no men,
Oh, how long becomes the night.

"But I fear the night is longer when the lad's not right." Fiona sang as she danced with Rolf again.

FIONA:
Waitin' for my dearie is sweeter to me
Than wooin' any laddie on the lea.

FIONA'S FRIENDS:
Dreamin' of your dearie, an' idlin' the day

FIONA:
That's how I am an' how I'll ever stay.
Though I'll live forty lives
Till the day he arrives
I'll not ever, ever grieve
For my hopes will be high
That he'll come strollin' by;
For ye see, I believe
That there's a laddie weary, and wanderin' free,
Who's waitin' for his dearie:
Me!

As Fiona stared out the window, little does she realize that Tommy and Jeff were less than a mile away from her town.

"I still think it's odd that this town isn't on the map." Tommy said, examining said map.

"Hmm, maybe the reason why is because they don't want to attract any tourists." Jeff assumed as they kept walking towards the village...

Author's Note:

*Gwen, Rolf, and Mabel are new characters I thought about adding into my version of "Brigadoon," especially when the latter dogs serve as a sidekick duo, similar to those created by Disney.