A shrill whistle broke her from her thoughts. Emmeline looked around in near panic. It was a long continuous sound, like nothing she had heard before. She had lost all sense of direction. As she looked around all she saw was wheat, an endless ocean of wheat. The corn field she had emerged from was gone and nothing could be seen in any direction but wheat waving out to the horizon in all directions. The chariot of the sun rode in the center of the sky so she could not tell which direction she had come from nor which direction she should go. The shrill whistle continued, filling her mind, maddening with its sound.
“Indeed! Indeed!” Aufeese cried, clapping his forepaws together excitedly and bouncing on his haunches. “It is time! Oh joy!”
“What is that terrible noise!” Emmeline cried. “Make
