"Nothing ever happens to me!" Yolanda thought out loud. It seemed, from the rock she sat on, that the river mocked the large blue mountains, the way it mirrored them. Ducks flew by and fish swam along. She leaned in to touch a red stone. As she moved it over she saw a seam under it! It had a loose thread and with her littlest finger she ripped it wide open and spiraled deep down under the fabric. When she got back to the rock everything was different.
Rolling red hills replaced the big, blue mountains. Ducks swam along and fish flew by. The fabric was like a circus tent sky.
"Wait," she said. "This can't be correct."
"But you're wrong, dearest," said a voice from behind her. Yolanda pivoted and a tall man in a dark shimmering cape and masquerade mask stood in front of her. He took off his mask and had the head of a dog