Lazy woke up a few hours later. In front of her was a simple hat, with a delicate white feather. Rising from her seat, she picked it up. Tilting it, she nodded in satisfaction. Placing it on top of her head, Lazy glanced around.
Ireland.
Might as well find somewhere to eat...do stick people even eat? Sh thought to herself. Could she be even considered a she anymore? Sighing to herself, she placed her iPod into her pocket. Tapping her chair, she watched as it to disappeared into her pocket. Infinite pocket space. The benefits of being a stick person.
With her few possession, and a new hat, Lazy began her journey. Off in the distance, she heard a high pitched voice singing a song about cupcakes.
Perhaps that girl can help me.