The Mysterious Village

            Meow, my name is Spirit. Who am I? Well to sum it up, my owners would describe me as inquisitive, playful, mischievous, ornery, and lovable. Wildly inquisitive I certainly am. I pride myself on being the Sherlock Holmes of my species. That is why I am here to tell you about the mysterious village that appears in my home each December. It is a case that I still haven’t been able to crack, and I am actively searching for answers.  

            Each bleak December I awake from my tranquil slumber to find a strange village built upon my owners’ book filled bookcase. It is a setting of snowy rooftop homes, tiny businesses, and frozen miniature people. I have many questions that I have been unable to solve. Where do they come from? Are they a secret society? Why don’t I see the people move? Where do they travel to?

            Yes, it is true, I am a rule breaker, but I have to know that my family is safe from these civilians. If any of you have watched the 90’s movies The Indian in the Cupboard or Small Soldiers then you understand my worry. So, I take it upon myself to patrol the village. When I am all alone in the living room, I leap from the cushiony couch onto the tall bookcase. Once I am there, I lay and await any signs of movement. Thus far, I have yet to see any, however, who keeps turning on the lights at dusk?