::At the moment, Molly was busy swinging on the tire that hung from the old oak tree. She wasn't quite used to being in a place like this, but at least it wasn't 1907...

As she spun the tire around, swirling the rope that was tied to it in the process, she wondered how her friends back at home were doing without her.::

::In front of the mirror, Molly stood and showed off the current hat she wore on her head.:: Nah, too yucky. ::She tossed that one away and put another on.:: Not in the mood for a kitty one... ::Sighing, she picked up one with googly eyes.:: Ick. Where did I get that one from? ::She continued trying on various hats in order to pick the best one.[[ ( Read more... )

::Molly was lying on the couch inside the lounge cart, curled up against a giant pillow. Her room had been stuffy and lonely, so she figured sleeping somewhere else would be a better idea. She missed her friends, whom she considered to be her new family...and her own world...and just how things used to be ( Read more... )