A small, quaint kitchen. Pots and pans fill the ceiling and make a clamor on a windy day. A small squat table, surrounding by four chairs, sit in the back of the kitchen. A small wood burning stove is seen upon entering.
Inside cottage kitchen, Inside Cottage
wasp
villager
I live in a very old village on the bad side of the country. The villagers are nice where I live but we get a bad reputation. The forest behind my village is known to have magical creatures in it. I know the villagers are not allowed in the forest but we want to explore and find something new.
Get out of here, wasp! I think I will land right . . . here, on the rim of the cup you were about to drink out of. *swat* leave everything alone. Can't you see I'm trying to cook?! I guess I will leave this cup . . .  and land on your pantleg, just above the knee, but right on the edge so that if you swat me you risk getting both your hand and your knee stung. You... little..... why are wasps so mean?! *argghhh* Time to move up to the shoulder  . . . right on the seamline between the shoulder and neck.  Not touching the neck, but close enough for you to know that I could if I wanted to. You're about to... regret this. Time to fly!   . . . But not too far.  Let me land right in the middle of the forehead.  Between the eyebrows.  Time for me to clean my legs! I got yo- OUCH. I got myself too. You dirty little.... That was close!  But not close enough for me to fly away.  I should crawl to shelter . . . this spot between the eye and the nose looks swell! You know what? Take a swing of this. Doused!  Now I can't fly!  My wings are too heavy.  I must seek shelter from the rain.  This hairy beard forest seems safe.