Marinette woke up inside a dark, damp area full of straw. 

   "Where on earth am I?"

   She looked around for a light. 

  She found a small box of matches and used it to light the torch (or lattern) inside the place.

  She realized she was inside a small space.

   The sun was starting to shine through the small window.

   "Oh no, it is morning already."

   " I  hope the farmer and his wife will not worry about me too much."

   She heard a groan followed by a grallow.  

   She gasped when she saw a goblin in the far right corner.

  "Well, things could not get any worse around here."

    A guard, a giant, opened the door and peeked inside.

   He looked furious.

 "Miss the king wants you to get to work right away."

   "Okay, let me leave so I may help around the palace."

   "Leave, ha, do you take me for a fool?"

      The giant pointed to the straw and the spinning wheel inside the small stable/ dungeon area.

   "You are to make all this straw into gold and precious stones."

 "You will be rewarded the hand of his son in marriage."

    Marinette shook her head.  

   "You must have the wrong girl,  besides I do not know how to use this thing, and making gold and jewels out of straw is preposterous."
     

 She hoped the giant could see it her way and let her leave. To her dismay, he slammed the door, and she found herself trapped inside like a prisoner once more.       

  The goblin glared at her. So this was his new roommate.

Find out more in Chapter 2  Impossible

Until then,

bye-bye, little owlets!

Summer out!