ohh the fog slips through the streets, hovers above homes, and wraps itself comfortably around the trees. The people of the village notice it, but say nothing, backing into their homes, steadily, pretending life is normal. The mountains outside the village know something is awry and try to warn them with puffs of steam. More smoke billows out from rooftops and sometimes out of ovens burning a fruit cake. The fog enclosed the village now as the people all open their doors to see what has begun.