Pylea Will

The cow that used to be Winifred – Fred to her friends – Burkle woke up with a gasp.  She laid on her leaf pallet, and she stared at the ceiling of the cave she took refuge in from the monsters.  Fred’s mind whirled with tumultuous thoughts.

A few months before the dreams had started.  Slowly at first, but now they came every night.  Strange, jumbled dreams about the home she left behind and people she didn’t know.

Most of Fred’s dreams centered around the handsome man who was really a monster.  In some of her dreams, he rescued her from this hell.  In others he was too busy fighting with a scary red-haired witch to even notice one little scared cow.  Fred was sure the man-monster would be coming to Pylea soon.  All the dreams said so.  Fred just hoped the one who showed up would be the helpful one that would rescue her, but her heart told her it would be the oblivious one instead.

“Angel, help me,” Fred whispered to herself before she slipped back into her dream world.