I was on my merry way to deliver some goodies to my (although wonderful) deathly sick grandmother.

Prancing through the forest and letting my red cloak brush against my legs, I had heard a low menacing growl behind me, I was so surprised I dodged and jumped right off the pathway and rolled into a dark and damp sink hole! It must’ve been deep because I fell for a long while.

I had some time to think as I fell but all I could come up with was “Blast those damn lumberjacks they must’ve dug the holes for the running trees to walk into!” And “I do hope my grandmother is still clinging to life”

Of course those trees are notorious for being quite hard to catch but the lumberjacks didn’t have to put the hole so close to the path did they?

After a bump to my head that I don’t clearly remember I realized that I could stand up, I rubbed my eyes groggily checking if my red hood was alright.

I looked around with a shocked expression for my surroundings were no longer dirt and rocks but bright light instead?

I tried to focus and found myself in the midst of a strange building.

The lights were blinding and there were huge shelves stocked with an appalling amount of food.

The overwhelming sound of loud beeping, chiming and chatter seemed to pound at my ears. After trying to take all of this in I finally glanced up to see a sign.

‘Dallas Station Supermarket’