I saw it clearly now.  It was that dark teal color Ches always raved over.  I couldn’t even count how many ridiculous waistcoats he had in that color.  I felt like such a fool, staring down at the line, as though it was wet paint I was afraid to step into.  I looked down at my toes, at the sparkling diamond toe rings speckled with dirt.  The line ran right between my legs and all the way up over the Green Hill.  At the top of the hill was a cottage, and the line carried itself right through the front door.  What could I do?  I followed it.

I had walked up and down Green Hill many times, carrying ribbons and felt from Fantazia to Elfin.  Never in my travels had I come across the cabin, and as my legs ached and I climbed up the grassy hill, stepping on the line, I felt like a fool for being so blind as to not see it.  The chimney puffed grey smoke, and the picket fence leaned around it, the white chip flaking off its posts.  It was quaint, and beautiful, and I would be anything for a cup of tea.  And maybe some bread and butter.  I was even feeling greedy enough that I decided I would ask for strawberry jam.  My stomach rumbled and the heels of my shoes dug into the soft ground as I forced myself forward.  I had to ignore the burning in my legs and imagine the smell of chamomile tea with freshly squeezed lemon.

When I reached the top of the hill, I fell flat on my back and squinted into the sun.  It was so bright, even despite the clouds wandering about.  Maybe I should just go back to my nice little hat shop and be content.  When I made enough hats, Ches even sometimes gave me crumpets.  I did so love crumpets.

A tea pot whistled inside and my mind was made up for me:  I would consider my problem and evaluate my exhaustion after a nice cup of tea.


Word:  Middle line.  ||  Time: 8 minutes.  ||  Character: Yvette Hatter.


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something to think about

"You know, I don't know if you'll understand this or not, but sometimes, even when I'm feeling very low, I'll see some little thing that will somehow renew my faith. Something like that leaf, for instance - clinging to its tree despite wind and storm. You know, that makes me think that courage and tenacity are about the greatest values a man can have. Suddenly my old confidence is back and I know things aren't half as bad as I make them out to be. Suddenly I know that with the strength of his convictions a man can move mountains, and I can proceed with full confidence in the basic goodness of my fellow man. I know that now. I know it." ~ End of Act I in the musical You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown.

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