So everybody is going on about Drowsy and how it is this sweet little shopping village. But let me tell you something – it really is not. It really is a place of horror and fear.
If you only have a bit of common sense left you will recognise that immediately after you arrived there. See the signs? Small winded road with gloomy lanterns leading up the hill – check. Broken wooden bridge – check. Wagons abandoned by scared travellers – check. Scary prominent clock tower – check.
So, what is up with this bears? It looks as if the right one is holding up a clock showing my remaining lifetime, which happens to be “5 to 12”, and the other one is having some icecream as a starter and seems to be in a celebratory mood! I don’t know about you but something about this situation tells me to run fast and far!!
You still don’t believe me that Drowsy is a dangerous place? They even put up SIGNS! Look! I don’t want to sound like “I told you so”, but I did tell you so!
Just an idyllic forest path? Maybe you should wipe the fairy dust out of your eyes and take a closer look – before you get eaten!
Doesn’t this suddenly explain all the deserted little houses?
These little fellows might look very cute as they are stirring in their little kettle with their tiny paws. But I can tell you, the smell is overpowering and disgusting. I’d rather not know what exactly they are cooking here!
A black cat? Or a clear sign that witches can’t be that far away? It is your choice.
And when you just think that you have seen it all, that you have bravely entered this scary world and survived to tell the tales in a warm pub with a cool pint of beer, they jump out of the bushes to get you. The Wabbits of Evil.
Seriously. Don’t visit Drowsy.