Marry had a little lamb

'It's not too bad, is it, sweetie?' Humbly dressed and brown haired, Wilbert Snow smiled at his daughter, and Mary gently smiled back from the living room. Mary's father, Wilbert, was searching for a home set on a few acres of land that he could potentially build a vegetable garden on, and after a tedious hunt, he found one that would hopefully please Mary's taste. It was a dreary journey for both Mary and her father. Mary's father had his own difficult times, but he made sure that Mary would always have her mind on something joyous and kind. When Mary's mother passed away a few years ago, she was devastated. Since Mary's mother passed away from an unknown illness in their old house, Mary's father decided it would be best for both of them to leave and move to a new home. A new garden with lots of land for Mary to play in, and a new place to start fresh memories is what Wilbert wanted. It would definitely take both of them some time to get used to Flyde. The nearest village, Hambleton, was only a few miles away. 'Dad, this house seems so old. Why here?' Mary scoffed. Mary's father glared at her from the doorway with packed boxes in both hands. 'Are you going to complain, or are you going to help your dad get stuff out of the car?' Mary's father returned. Mary shrugged and proceeded to help unpack the boxes. She didn't really like the thought of moving to a place where houses weren't present for miles, nor did she like the thought of living on a big piece of land partially surrounded by forests. The only thing she did like had nothing to do with the house, but that summer was just beginning. Mary had just finished her second year in high school, and she couldn't wait to relax at home. She was longing to see her friends that she'd left behind when she moved out of her previous home. She only ever had a few friends, but they were true friends. Mary peaked out of the window in an attempt to see why her father was taking so long to bring in more boxes and saw him talking to a woman. Mary stepped out the front door and onto the porch to observe her father closely. 'Hey, Mary, come say 'hi' to your aunt Tori for a second.' said Mary's father. Mary was quite shy, even if it was family she was going to greet. 'Oh, wow! You are just so gorgeous, aren't you?' Mary blushed at her aunt's kind remark. Mary didn't really see herself as pretty, although; she did appreciate her aunt's compliment. Without a doubt, Mary was quite lovely. Curly orange locks of hair fixed around her face, and she was undeniably smart for her young age. Coping with a family death kind of puts a sense of responsibility on the people who experience the loss, and that's most likely how Mary carried through such difficult times. 'So, aren't you just loving the new house, Mary?' Tori inquired. Mary was hesitant to give an honest opinion of how she really felt about the old, two-story Victorian- style home. 'Um, well...I think it's pretty, but it might take some getting used to.' Her father let out a soft chuckle. It was great to see her father happy again. He had spent all his savings on this house; the least Mary could do was be grateful. 'You are just so clever, aren't you? Now, you can run along and explore. I'll help your daddy put away the rest of the boxes.' Mary felt relieved that she could take a break from unloading what seemed like a thousand boxes. Exploring wasn't really on Mary's mind, but she figured it would be good to know where she could plant that apple tree she had been wanting to plant ever since she was little. She kissed her aunt, hugged her father, and set off to roam her new surroundings. The land was mainly flat with a few hills sparse in between. Medium stalks of wheat occupied most of the plains; although, the lush white flowers were visible from a great distance away. There were small clusters of trees that were subtly separated by a few hundred meters or so. The closest patch of trees to the home was standing on top of a small hill. It wasn't too far from the home, but far enough that Mary could feel safe in the event that a tornado str