By Jill Myles
Copyright 2012 by Jill Myles
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
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Rose woke up to birds chirping in a field, leaves swaying in a breeze, and a small hand tapping her on the cheek. She opened her eyes, only to see a fat little old woman looming over her, a worried look on her face. “All right, Rosie girl. Whatever you do, don’t panic.”
“Panic…?” She sat up, her muscles aching and stiff. She frowned at her pastoral surroundings, trying to place them. Birds. Trees. Breeze. Deer and rabbits frolicking nearby. Rolling fields full of flowers. This wasn’t familiar. At all. What was going on? “Am I in a Disney movie?”