Our hero arrived in the small town of Cookeville late in the afternoon. Many things changed since the last time he was here. More stores, less trees. Typical expansion as a town suffers the growing pains as the population increases.
First stop was the domicile of the wicked witch from days past who had shackled Cotton in her two stories of terror for a spell. It would seem she could not easily rid herself of our hero for he kept popping back in when she least expected it.
The visit was quite cordial though. Long had it been since her separation with the man who wore a clamshell for a hairdo. Needless to say, luke warm embraces, and false smiles laced with slight contempt were exchanged.
Our hero was not here for the ones who resided on the hilltop home though. He had come to see his sibling. Information was garnered later that evening of his whereabouts. So off to meet his brother he went, leaving the smoke and mirrors of days past...
