Mary felt the cart pick up speed, and after a long period of bumps and jumping she felt the entire wagon slow to a gradual stop. She heard muffled voices outside, but before she could unplug the cork from her spy-hole the entire barrel began to moved...<br/><br/>Her world stumbled and rocked as the barrel was lifted up and moved about in the air, coming down hard on the floor she winced slightly at the pain as her body tumbled against the side, but before the small girl could do anything about it she had started moving again, bumping against the insides of the wooden container she managed to pull out the cork to hear "-eah, this lot is to go in the stock room, mighty nice of them to resupply us like this-" it was a strange voice, one she'd never heard before, but it was what they were saying that worried her most.<br/><br/>"NO!" she managed to squeak, before quickly clasping her tiny hands to her mouth.<br/><br/>The barrel stopped moving for a moment, maybe they hadn't heard her and they'd got to the stockroom already...<br/><br/>Yes, that would be it.