[Voice]

[eldest_daughter]

[The sound of the carousel is heard, twelve days of Christmas playing loudly as the horses crunch and grind up and down. Occasionally there is a moo, but one thing that is quite loud is the voice which speaks. A very distraught and frustrated Sophie Jenkins

Comments

[jacaranda_honey]

Where are you...?

[eldest_daughter]

The kitchen.

[jacaranda_honey]

Ah... right... I think I'ce heard about... right, right, I can't think clearly right now, since, eh... ah, right! I'll try to see if I can help you, okay?

[eldest_daughter]

Okay. Why are there cows here?

[son_of_a_stag]

Uh... uh... are you alright? Maybe I can help get you off the... thing?

[eldest_daughter]

It won't listen to me at all!

[as_driven_snow]

Is everyone trapped in something? Or sick? Or unhappy? For such a jolly-seeming time, people are quite miserable.

[eldest_daughter]

I don't know.

[as_driven_snow]

Maybe you can change to a more comfortable horse?

[eldest_daughter]

I don't know.