Le Story

Or rather, a story.

"Hoy, Anne, get me the big ax, would you?" Jim Harlun called. He was he hired help on the farm, and was currently trying to decide how to remove a tree from a soon-to-be field.
Anne walked over to the shed, wondering when she had become the designated fetcher. She'd been running hither and yon and back across the farm, bringing everything from twigs to cows to her various family members.
"Aww, hi there, Johnny," she crooned at the brown cat curled up near the shed door. He glanced up, noted she was not carrying food, and went back to sleep.

She went stumbling through the darkness, hands waving about, simultaneously trying to find the axes and not get themselves cut on something.
Oop, there's the woodpile, she thought as wood went tumbling everywhere. Bending down, she began piling the logs back up.

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Ugh, noise. Why was there always noise? Derek opened his eyes.
There was a humungous beast looming over him, no doubt to eat him. Everything wanted to eat him. He was just that awesome.

But he wasn't going to become someone's breakfast, even if it would be the best breakfast ever. Yelling at the top of his lungs (to warn the others, he told himself), he went scurrying home to defend it from this monster.

Hmph...lots of people defended their homes from under the bed!

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"Oh! Sorry there," Anne exclaimed as a completely terrified mouse zoomed across the floor.
Poor thing... no wonder John's at the door. She replaced the last log and grabbed an ax.
Staggering back to the door, she opened it and was momentarily blinded by the sun...

~Thing 1