Located in the Munchkin Country and just off of the Yellow
Brick Road is a place Button Bright loves to visit: The Marshmeadow. This sugary
land can be found by following the sweet smell of cinnamon and chocolate. River
streams surround the Marshmeadow as wells as tall climbing trees where the
native S’moreans live.
S’moreans are a tiny people (possibly distant relatives of
the Munchkins) who live in cute brightly colored tree houses painted in pastel
colors ranging from cotton candy blue to a bubblegum pink. The S’moreans are as
sweet as they smell which make them an easy target for the Three-Toed Buschwaks
who often like to eat S’moreans for their soft and gooey centers.
Three-Toed Buschwaks are large toad-like creatures that hops
on two feet and don’t have any arms. They rely heavily on their extra long tongue,
which can snap about twelve feet away. This isn’t the only reason why the
S’moreans decided to live in the trees, they also love climbing everything they
can (when they aren’t eating of course).
S’moreans aren’t much of the adventure type, they rather
stay in the Marshmeadow where they feels safe from the Buschwaks, have enough
sweets to fill up their fat little bellies and have enough trees to climb. They
only leave their homes once a year to celebrate Princess Ozma’s birthday
brining only the sweetest marshmallows to the occasion seeing as they are her
favorite.
In Class Writing:
S'MOREANS' MEALS:
These fellows enjoy anything and everything that has to do with sugar. I was given the S'morean's most famous meal: a classic s'more served on a plate of twisted pastel twigs and a drink of sugar-water poured into an overgrown flower petal. It seemed as if salt was frowned upon in the Marshmeadows and anything sweet was triumphant. The people themselves seemed to be extremely sweet as well -- a very open people who were family oriented and held many gatherings. Every night, for supper, the whole viliage would gather around a large pit that lived in the middle of the land and the elder would light the campfire. Once the pit was lit, dinner was served! Manners and etiquette wasn't a top priority for the S'moreans because they ate with their hands, talked while food was still in their mouths and shared many stories.
DESCRIBE THE WORLD:
Just off the Yellow Brick Road, a scent of both cinnamon and chocolate lingers in the air. The stronger the smell, the closer you are to arriving at the Marshmeadows. Once you arrive, you will notice a large fire pit that extends 20 feet around as well as pastel colored trees with cute little tree houses located at the top. Ropes and bridges connect homes together which made this little village both a ground beauty as well as a village in the clouds. Each home was decorated differently which gave each family it's own little charm. The S'moreans who occupy this land are usually seen together because they never like to be alone. The last S'morean who was alone became sour and cold which is the opposite of the town's sweet and gooey character.
POLITICS:
MAGIC:
There is always one who is reincarnated as the "Spitfire". The Spitfire has the ability to literally spit fire which can help protect the other S'moreans from predators or emergency weather conditions. Of course, when the magic is used too frequently or at great lengths, the Spitfire's body begins to char/harden which eliminates their gooeyness and they become cold and unfriendly. Every generation, the Spitfire is given a special home (which is usually second-best from the Eldest). The other S'moreans never object to this gift because they understand the hardship the Spitfire must over-go to control their power to stay as friendly as possible.
RITUAL:
My roommates/friends: "The Sock Gathering/Garage Sale" -- Once a semester, we gather around in the living room with socks who have lost their mate and other random goods we don't need. We put all of our widowed socks into a pile and try and find pairs for them. We exchange widows with each other to make a new pair of socks to keep. As for the other items, we trade with each other so we don't have to throw away something that someone else might want to keep.
The S'moreans aren't the type of people to throw anything away. So every year, on the 1st of May, they bring the items they no longer need/want to the middle of the campfire to trade with other S'moreans families. Stories have been told of certain items that have been in every family at least once!
In Class Writing:
S'MOREANS' MEALS:
These fellows enjoy anything and everything that has to do with sugar. I was given the S'morean's most famous meal: a classic s'more served on a plate of twisted pastel twigs and a drink of sugar-water poured into an overgrown flower petal. It seemed as if salt was frowned upon in the Marshmeadows and anything sweet was triumphant. The people themselves seemed to be extremely sweet as well -- a very open people who were family oriented and held many gatherings. Every night, for supper, the whole viliage would gather around a large pit that lived in the middle of the land and the elder would light the campfire. Once the pit was lit, dinner was served! Manners and etiquette wasn't a top priority for the S'moreans because they ate with their hands, talked while food was still in their mouths and shared many stories.
DESCRIBE THE WORLD:
Just off the Yellow Brick Road, a scent of both cinnamon and chocolate lingers in the air. The stronger the smell, the closer you are to arriving at the Marshmeadows. Once you arrive, you will notice a large fire pit that extends 20 feet around as well as pastel colored trees with cute little tree houses located at the top. Ropes and bridges connect homes together which made this little village both a ground beauty as well as a village in the clouds. Each home was decorated differently which gave each family it's own little charm. The S'moreans who occupy this land are usually seen together because they never like to be alone. The last S'morean who was alone became sour and cold which is the opposite of the town's sweet and gooey character.
POLITICS:
- The most powerful: The eldest which in turn, is the most wise. The Eldest acts as almost a king/queen/emperor but instead of being born into royalty, anyone can become the eldest if they can outlive it. The eldest isn't constantly changing either, the S'moreans have had their eldest for almost 50 years (Aparently she's 267!) This isn't limited to gender, male/female are equal to the S'moreans.
- The weakest: The opposite; the youngest and the most unintelligent and naive. The youngest is the gooiest of all which make them a primary target for the Three-toed Buchwaks.
- Wants to be powerful: The fellows who try to outlive the current eldest
MAGIC:
There is always one who is reincarnated as the "Spitfire". The Spitfire has the ability to literally spit fire which can help protect the other S'moreans from predators or emergency weather conditions. Of course, when the magic is used too frequently or at great lengths, the Spitfire's body begins to char/harden which eliminates their gooeyness and they become cold and unfriendly. Every generation, the Spitfire is given a special home (which is usually second-best from the Eldest). The other S'moreans never object to this gift because they understand the hardship the Spitfire must over-go to control their power to stay as friendly as possible.
RITUAL:
My roommates/friends: "The Sock Gathering/Garage Sale" -- Once a semester, we gather around in the living room with socks who have lost their mate and other random goods we don't need. We put all of our widowed socks into a pile and try and find pairs for them. We exchange widows with each other to make a new pair of socks to keep. As for the other items, we trade with each other so we don't have to throw away something that someone else might want to keep.
The S'moreans aren't the type of people to throw anything away. So every year, on the 1st of May, they bring the items they no longer need/want to the middle of the campfire to trade with other S'moreans families. Stories have been told of certain items that have been in every family at least once!
