All was silent except for a few bold songbirds who whistled their little songs, cutting through the silence. Renae was on the grass, unconscious, while the sun shone gently down upon her. She stirred, opened her eyes, and noticed the beauty around her: flowers of all different hues grew up around a tiny town that looked as if it had come out of a story book.. Saying that this was a tiny town was literally true; everything--the houses, the gardens, everything,--appeared to have been made for someone half her hight.
Renae became suddenly aware that there was someone, quite a few people, watching her. They were peeping out from houses, behind fences, even from between the clusters of flowers.
"Okay...I don't think we're in Neverland anymore, Renae," she said softly to herself. She felt a set of eyes watching from behind her. Renae turned and saw someone in a very pink and very poofy dress. "Now I know I'm not in Neverland anymore."
"Is anyone else getting deja vu here?" asked the poofy dress lady. "Don't worry little girl, all you have to do is follow the yellow brick road. Good-bye!" And with that, the lady vanished from thin air. The little faces that had been watching her called out, "Good-bye, Glinda!" and pulled their heads back into their houses again, all of them saying in nasal-sounding voices, "Deja vu, follow the yellow brick road."
"Ick, I hate yellow. I think I'll follow this nice red brick road," stated Renae.
She might have chosen the other road had she known what a weird time she would have on this strange path.
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