Two villages. One land. And a friendly rivalry that has lasted for… well, no one remembers exactly how long.
In the mountains of Onionshire, there are two villages that share the forest, the river, their traditions, and, above all, a very particular way of looking at life.
Onionsup, in the mountains.
Oniondown, in the valley.
Their inhabitants are the Onionsuppers and Onionsdowners, small purple-onion gnomes with a deeply rooted tradition: defending, with absolute conviction, the idea that their village is just a little better than the other one.
It isn’t hostility.
Not at all.
It’s a matter of principle. 😏
In Onionsup, they insist that their bread is better.
In Oniondown, they think exactly the same thing.
In Onionsup, they ring the bells with more feeling.
In Oniondown, they ring them on time.
And they could go on for hours and hours…
Cebarian hours, naturally. 🧅
But whenever something important happens, all those differences disappear.
Because, in the end, Onionsup and Oniondown are two parts of the same world.
And the Onionsuppers and Onionsdowners know that very well.
Welcome to Onionshire.
Here the onions are purple, the hours can be Cebarian, and the arguments… can be too. 💜
