While walking about the outskirts of the forest, nonchalantly whacking people in the shins*, lil’ Becky happened to bump into her good pal Rach. Rach was on her way to her wolf-granny with a basketful of nice, hot lamb stew. Becky decided to join Rach on her trek through the deep, spooky, LOL-infested woods. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to poor little girls, the nefarious storytellers randomly decided to put Daylight Savings in effect, so it was actually LATER than the good, responsible girls (who were quite yekkish, in fact) thought…
(I’m not quite sure how this works, myself, but just pretend that it’s getting darker earlier, ‘kay?)
*The Westing Game, anyone?