BTTP || Map Making || Open
While far from the first time this had happened, it was still a rare occurence and his nannies were never prepared to stop him, so it had been quite easy for the child to sneak out of the mansion unaccompanied: though his father and mother would lose their heads to hear he had gone off alone. And probably fire whichever nanny they chose to blame.
While he loved his family and his home, it was so boring and big and vast and empty. There was hardly anything to do! Playing pretend was boring enough on it’s own when you had to play by yourself, though he had been told time and time again he wasn’t to waste his or anyone else’s time with games of make believe, it was even worse that he had already done everything he could think of in the mansion, er… at least, during the game of make believe, the mansion was a castle. He had done everything he could think of in his “castle” a thousand times over, so off he had gone, slipping out a door near the kitchens, one usually only used by help.
Of course, he hadn’t so much as told his nannies he was going, let alone where. They’d either make him stay or insist on going with him and that was just no fun! While unlike his mother and father, they didn’t discourage his games, they weren’t exactly fun to have along. They wouldn’t even let him into the forest and how was he supposed to make a map of his kingdom when they wouldn’t let him enter parts of it?
So far on his escapades, all of which went unnoticed by his parents yet always through his nannies into a frenzy, he had drawn out a map of his home in crayons, as well as the courtyard out front and the path he had just taken from the kitchen exit down to the clearing in the forest.
So all he had left now to scribble out was the little clearing! And that was exactly what he was planning on doing today.
He started first by propping up the large grey teddy bear he had brought with him at the base of a tree, before kneeling down in the dirt (and getting his pants quite dirty in the process: in his nannies would be upset with this and he’d feel guilty later) and spreading out his printer paper and crayons. While just thinking out loud, the child phrased his thoughts as though asking the bear: simply a child lost in his make believe.
“What d’ya think I should draw first, Baba?” He said, looking around curiously “I think… we’ll start with the big tree!”
If his father actually liked him going into the woods, he’d have been tempted to get a tree house. Of course, his father would never build it himself anyways: when the one on their property was built, he had simply hired someone else to take care of it.
