When the boy visited his grandmother, she told him it wouldn’t be wise if he ventured too far from home.
Being a curious boy, he went exploring and at the bottom of Grandmother’s garden he found a hole in the fence.
Looking around he saw there was no one to stop him, so he stepped through.
Immediately he was surrounded by the brightest light. Once his eyes adjusted, he made out the strangest of things. There was a road leading down into a valley with no road coming back. He knew this as the road signs pointed in one direction.
To the side of where he was standing was a small roadside stall manned by an odd creature with long pointy ears and a vest made of gold.
Above the man was a sign saying Found Things and on the wall behind him was an array of things like rubber boots, hammers, a beach ball and numerous thumbs all neatly arranged and price tagged.
The boy was both mystified and puzzled by what he saw.
Then he felt a tug on his arm, and a small girl with pigtails and pink ribbons tied to each asked him for the note she was sure he had brought with him.
“They said a boy would come with a note to show me the way home,” she explained.
“The hole in the fence is just here,” said the boy pointing from where he’d come only to find he was standing in front of a large sign: “Welcome to the end of the line”.
He hurriedly looked around and found no hole in the fence; in fact, there was no fence at all.
“It was just there,” he explained.
“It’s like that here,” said the small girl, “but everything changes and I’ve been waiting such a long time.”
At this point, she broke into tears, and the boy finding a handkerchief in his pocket handed it to her.
She blew noisily into it before handing it back to him.
“So where are we?” asked the boy.
“We’re here,” replied the girl wiping her nose on her sleeve. “We’ll have to wander about asking questions and seeking an exit and goodness knows how long that will take.”
“But I have to get back, my grandmother will be furious as she told me not to go out of the yard and now here I am with no way of getting home.”
“Come,” said the girl, “there’s a sage lives nearby, he’s a bit loopy, but sometimes he gives you a clue as to how to get out of here. He’s just down the road here.”
The boy feeling more and more anxious followed her forgetting the road only went one way.
In front of him, the small girl grinned evilly knowing she’d snared another child into the portal’s trap.