The Legend of Lucy Keyes

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I yanked on the stem

as hard as I could and it broke,

so the magic pumpkin started

rolling down the hill.

Mom,

I am so sick of Lucy's stories.

Don't interrupt, Molly.

I chased it but I couldn't catch it

because it was rolling too fast.

I have to go to the bathroom.

Are we far?

No. Just a little further

up the road.

The gas is cheaper here.

-Molly, where is your sister?

-Maybe she's in the bathroom.

By herself?

Molly, you know better than that.

Lucy!

Lucy!

And so the magic pumpkin

hit a rock and cracked open.

Inside there were

magic pumpkin seeds

that could bring

my baby sister back.

Well, little lady, how did you

conjure up a story like that?

You know,

nobody's around forever.

Lucy!

Lucy. There you are.

Bye.

Wow, mom, this is cool!

-Can I go check out the barn?

-Me too.

No, I don't want you in there

until dad makes sure it's okay.

No, no, it's allright. Yeah,

go ahead girls, just be careful.

Stay out of the hayloft.

It may not be safe.

-I can't believe we did this.

-We did it.

Boy, oh boy, did we do it.

This is going to be good for us.

It is.

We better unpack.

The truck will be here soon.

I love you, Jeanne Cooley.

They used to have horses.

Mom said they had lots

of animals on this farm.

I want a horse.

You wouldn't even know

how to take care of one.

Yes, I would.

Mom says we can't go up there.

I'm going anyway.

It's pretty dark up there.

And there's probably ghosts.

Molly, I'm telling.

Okay, guys. There's one up front

and there's one in the back.

Can we decide which ones

we want without a battle?

I don't like this one.

That was easy.

-This one's okay.

-Luce, what do you think?

Yeah.

-Sh*t!

-Dad, you owe me a quarter.

Sorry.

Alright.

I'm going to fix that for you later.

Alright. We got that sorted out.

You know what? I'll take that one.

Hello? Hello?

Hi. I'm Sheila Travers.

This is my husband Bud.

-We live just across the road.

-Hi, I'm Jeanne Cooley. How are you?

-Nice to meet you.

-Nice to meet you.

Guy! He's my husband.

Guy!

This is our neighbors,

Sheila and Bud.

-Hi, Guy Cooley. How are you doing?

-Hi.

-Bud Travers.

-Nice to meet you. How are ya?

Great. Great.

Do you guys want to come inside?

We're still unpacking, it's a mess.

No, we just wanted to welcome you

to the neighborhood.

-And I made a casserole.

-Oh, thank you. That's so nice.

It's good to see some life around

this old farm. You city folks?

Oh, I hope it's not that obvious.

Guy got offered a job around here,

so we decided

to give country living a try.

Of course,

the windmill project, right?

-Yeah, that's right.

-How's that coming?

Great. We've got a great location

back on the mountain.

Hey, I want you to say hi

to Mr. and Mrs. Travers.

Hello.

-You have children?

-Yeah, this is Molly

and Lucy's over there.

-You have a daughter named Lucy?

-Yeah.

-Do you have any children?

-No. No kids, no.

God hasn't graced us with any.

I'm sorry.

You sure you won't come in?

No, no. That's okay.

We just came by to say hello.

Hello.

Well thank you so much for

the casserole. That's very nice.

-It's nice meeting you, folks.

-Yeah, nice meeting you too.

-Welcome to town.

-Great, thank you.

-Take care.

-Yeah.

-Bye.

-Bye.

-What is it?

-You'll like this, come here.

I have an 18th century farm house,

what else could I want?

Well, now you have

an 18th century dinner bell.

Go ahead, try it.

Molly! Lucy! Dinner!

Lucy! Molly! Dinner!

Molly! Lucy! Dinner!

I love you. I have to go.

Oh, where?

I have a meeting.

With Samantha Porter.

I thought we were going

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