The sun was beginning to drop in the sky as Josie made her way back to her cottage, arm in arm with Molly. The two chatted nonsense and were jovial, at least until the cottage came into view. The sounds of roaring and crashing interrupted their leisurely stroll and the two trotted as fast as their legs could carry them until they finally happened upon Josie's yard. She found pieces of her benches and fences slung in all directions. Josie looked on in horror as Soren did his best to detain a ...