There was a beam of sunlight shining through the
hole in the roof down into the hole in the ruined
third floor floor.
Alisa had visited other windmills scattered about Pleasure
Island of similar size and appearance to this one.
The ground floor was where the buckboard farm wagons would enter through garage door like swinging gates to offload their raw sacks of grain and pick up
the milled flour.
The 2nd floor consisted of catwalks so that the miller
could get access to the augurs and drivebelts and other
moving machinery.
So Alisa got down on her hands and knees and peered
over the edge of the hole.
Though everyhing below seemed to be one
big dark caverous mystery pit,in the
small circle of sunlight that illuminated a patch of the mills
earth floor she could just make out the ruined remains
of a wooden farm wagon whose box lay on the ground,its
wagon wheels having fallen off the axles and now
lying flat on the ground beside the wagons box.
In the wagon box lay rotting half spilled sacks
that might once have contained wheat,but
now only head a red and green mold.
Alisa slowly crept away from the hole and on hands and knees moved
along the sides of the building to a shuttered window on the
other side.
Once there she reached a spot underneath the shuttered window,she slowly
stood up .
The glass had long since shattered and lay on the floorboards.
Alisa pushed open the shutters and screamed
as she saaw what lay on the slopes of the hill the windmill sat on