The Nathren Disturbance

I was on a coastal town, and I had a lot of children following me.  Honestly most of it is pretty vague.  But I think I was teaching the children to reshape the town, literally.  These children could reshape reality; make streets, change directions, so that west becomes north, etc.  They scattered and began reshaping the town.  But if they were caught... If the towns people knew what they were up to...  We couldn't let that happen.  
So while they were doing their work, I was wandering around the town, trying to get home.  In the past there was a road that headed east from the coast to my town which was more inland.  But because of the reshaping, I wasn't sure what direction I was going.
The road I thought I was on led into the living room of one of the children.  She was maybe as old as 10, long brown hair.  Kind of sad looking.  I walked in.  She was coming from another room.  She was in a nightgown, with a stuffed animal in her arms.  Her eyes widened when she saw me, but we had to pretend we didn't know each other.  Immediately, after she caught my eye, her father walked in from another direction.  I immediately had to explain what I was doing in his living room.  I apologized, said I was lost.  First I asked him if that was east, pointing in the direction that went through his house.  I don't remember if he answered.  Then I said I needed wood for the campfire.
He seemed to like me, and offered some of his wood from the woodshed, and motioned me to follow him outside.  
He started gathering wood.  I don't remember the content of the conversation, but my impression of him was that he was a nice man, but very religiously conservative.  I knew I had to hide who I was, and what the children's plans were for the town.  My backpack fell to the ground, and several books fell out.  The first was a book called, "Rise of the Death Cult". He was mildly alarmed.  The second and third book were about dinosaurs.  "Now Dinosaurs, " he said, "That is something I can get behind."
To explain the books, I lied, "The books are my kid's.  I am just carrying them".  He smiled in understanding.

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