Well I supose ill tell you about where i live. It totallt real. Just like Richards tea pot. I live in burrow out of south wingfield. Snow white comes for tea often and i cut repunzels hair and serve coffee for a living. But My boss is an evil warlock who doesnt like me living with the elves and chasing all the catapillars I see (he never gave me the money for the pipe) Im sure one day hell send a huntsman after me and I'll have to run to Brighton to learn how to die and pretend that its all fine. My best friend in all the world is Brian. He owns a spell shop. Its tiny and compact but everything lives in their behind all the shelves i see their eyes watching me; the only problem is whenever i try to talk to them they run away. I left them my phone number today but they only want to talk to the machein.

In the market place under teh burrow we have an amazing band, the real dead Amanda plays and sings Jason plays an accordian and nothings in a major key. Then again nothing major happens here.

But ocasionally elenore and Edgar stop around for tea in between smoggy cities and valleys of many colours.