Rose gleefully skipped down the chocolate road, smiling as her curly golden hair bounced behind her. The Candy-man with a swirled peppermint body clenched tightly to the outside of her front pocket and winced at each stomp.
“Uhh,” the high-pitched voice of the Mint-man nervously came to her ears. “I believe you don’t know where we’re going.”
Rose stopped abruptly, looking around herself at the vast meadows of vibrant red twizzlers that swayed in the gently sweet breeze. “You’re absolutely right Mr. Barty! I don’t know where I’m going.” With that proclamation, she resumed her skipping, and turned a few times as she ran to get her pink tutu moving around her.
“Oh…Oh dear. Dear Giant! I do hope you should cease your walking soon! We are about to go outside the reaches of my kingdom!”
“Okay!” Rose leaped into the air and stomped against the ground with her large pink “puddle-boots.” Barty did a front flip as his momentum carried him forward and he cried out, reaching for anything. He did find a purchase on a loose strand of Rose’s hair, and he nervously slid down to the ground.
Rose giggled and sat down, crossing her legs and plucking a twizzler out of the ground. “Barty,” she said, chewing on the twizzler. “What’s it like where you’re from?”
Barty sat down and exhaled, exhausted. “Well, it’s certainly not as bumpy as this,” he replied in his high vocal tone. “I live in a large rock-candy castle, with a gate made of pretzels.” To this, Rose giggled again. “And the moat is a deep river of molten chocolate, with Magma-Cake-Sharks kept in it. It has protected us from many a siege.”
“What’s a siege?” Rose asked, brushing some chocolate dust out of her hair.
“Well…A siege is when an army…makes us stay inside our castle.”
“Why do they do that?”
“Um…Well…Oh dear. They do it because they are…angry at us.”
Rose stuck her bottom lip out and scrunched her eyebrows. “That sounds awful! Why are they so angry at you?”
“Well…My father decided it would be best to…expand our territory into the Strawberry Valley, where our allies reign. When they asked us to return their land, my father refused and war broke out.”
Rose looked expectantly at Barty. “Well I think that’s silly! My mommy says you should always share with other people, but she also said you should never steal! Why is your daddy doing that?”
Barty shrugged and sadly poked a pebble. “He thinks expansion is the best choice for the Podzol kingdom. I tried to change his mind, but he’s very…proud. I believe he had a romance with the current Queen of the Strawberry kingdom, and hes still angry she refused him.”
Rose nodded and scooped Barty in a giant hand. She placed him gently into her front pocket, and started down the road again.
“Um…Rose, that’s away from Podzol. We’re going towards the Strawberries territory….Rose?”
The little six and a half year old sternly walked forward, her arms aggressively swinging as she made her way to her destination.
“Rose?….Rose?….Rose! We are going towards enemy territory! We…We need…Oh dear. You are taking us there deliberately aren’t you?”
Rose nodded her head and continued striding.
Bartholomew Winston Islon the Third, Heir to the throne of Podzol, sighed as the strange, toddler giant carried him past the borders of the Podzol Kingdom.
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