Lady Kate and the Small Faced Man

Lady Kate and the Small Faced Man picked us up on the side of the road. Lady Kate was beautiful- no doubt the center of every young man’s fancy. She was like a porcelain doll. Her skin was the palest, softest white and her hair was smooth and blonde. The small faced man, on the other hand, looked scratchy. He wore a straw hat that covered, for the most part, his spiny, dirty blonde hair. But he had the sweetest countenance.

They were driving by in an open, horse drawn carriage when they saw us. I could not see them, as I was placed facing the water. I heard Lady Kate gasp, telling the Small Faced Man to stop. I heard her shoes hit the gravel as she leapt down from her moving castle. She took the cloth out of my sister’s mouth while the Small Faced Man untied the rope. I was so glad to be detached from my sisters.

Lady Kate and the Small Faced Man sat us down in the back of the carriage- luckily it was built to hold a lot of people. Lady Kate sat up front with the Small Face Man, who drove the carriage very slowly, leaning close to Lady Kate, whispering things in her ear that made her giggle.

We were surrounded by hay and corn. It was so nice of them to have their carriage cushioned for us. My older sister held my younger sister the whole ride, a look of fear sat on her face. I couldn’t understand why. We had gotten not only a free ride on a flying boat with magicians, but also a free ride down the street in the giant carriage. The carriage wasn’t as fancy as the ones our parents had, but it was still fun. We only got to ride in carriages at home when we were going to church, which was never any fun at all.