If there was one thing that she was positive about, it was that the skies never looked as heavy as they did that morning. There was enough water in the clouds to rain for a few weeks. She wasn’t really thinking of anything, just staring at the sky while her bare feet sank lower into the mud she squatted over. A single dropping sound distracted her. Her hair band that kept her red hair braided fell into the river in front of her and started to drift away.
“Wait!” She yelled, as she cupped her hands and tried to change the direction the water was moving in.
“It’s an inanimate object, and you certainly can’t change the direction in which a river flows.” Said an oddly deep and pestered voice. She whipped around to find the voice that came from the seemingly empty forest behind her. She gazed through the dark, damp branches of almost bare trees, but she saw nothing.
“Maybe if you looked under your own nose you would notice things more important than hair bands and rain clouds.” Said the voice, which she now realized came from an obese, brown toad. His eyes pointed out in opposite directions, but his feet pointed inwards.
“Look, I know I’m not a sight for sore eyes, but staring isn’t going to change that.” Said the toad. His tongue kind of fell out of his mouth when he spoke, which is distracting, but it didn’t affect his annunciation.
“I’m sorry” she said, taken back by his rude snapping.
“I really wish that there were more bears in these woods.”
“Why?” Said the girl, still confused as to why he was carrying on the conversation, despite how much he seemed to dislike her company.
“To rid of pests like you! Now move you skinny little branches aside, I want to enjoy my afternoon float.” The toad proceeded to take a huge breath in, puffing out his double chins with air, making him into a balloon. He plopped himself into the river and floated belly-up in the direction it flowed. The girl just stared, confused and astonished. Maybe if she floated down the river, she could retrieve her hair band. She filled her cheeks with air until she thought she might pass out. She stumbled into the water and lay on her back. She hesitated before pushing off from the bank. With one quick motion, she squeezed her toes into the ground, and then pushed off into the river. Not even a second passed before she began to sink. She grabbed at the air, hoping to find something to grasp, which made her sink even quicker. As the drifted to the bottom of the water, the heavy sky became slightly lighter. The water tinted it a gorgeous green color. The motion of the water painted over the heavy clouds and made them look like puddles. This was the last thing she saw before she finally passed out.
She felt the most pure and fresh oxygen run through her nostrils. This wasn’t the type of air that was polluted and grey, it was so crisp and clean that it tingled her skin. She opened her eyes to see tree branches. She sat up, but she felt a pressure pushing her down. It was the weight of the water around her that prevented her from making the quick movements that she would make on land. She widened her eyes and saw an enormous oak tree under the same greenish brown river that she sank in. She must have drifted farther down river, because she has never seen a part of the river that was deep enough to hold a tree. She swam a little closer, noticing that she was breathing air. Little bubbles sprouted along the tree, swam up its branches, and eventually floated up to the surface of the water like a balloon in a sky. Little silver fish swam in-between the leaves and along the branches. She approached the trunk of the tree. A little slice of light escaped from the bark of the tree. She poked her fingers into the source of the light, and tried to pry open the tree. A door swung outward, and a rush of the fresh oxygen pushed towards her. A glow seeped into the water, along with the air. She took a hesitant step inside, and the door shut behind her. To the right was an elaborate staircase that stole her attention from the rest of her odd surrounding. She walked towards it, no longer restrained by the water of the river. The first step was white, the next was half black and half white, and the rest followed a pattern of black and white. It looked like a large set of piano keys. She looked up at the chandelier above her head, and noticed that it too looked like an instrument. It was like a hanging trumpet. The end of the instrument where the sound comes from was facing down, and the side where the player would put the trumpet to their face was facing the ceiling. Little pockets of light lined the sound-end of the trumpet and illuminated the whole room. She spun around, taking in the whole interior of the tree, and noticed that everything was instrument themed. It was the most exciting thing that the usually bored, almost always unhappy, and seemingly miniscule child had seen.
End of part one.
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