It was an evening just like any other, completely unpredictable.
Two of my friends, Agatha and Tia, and I were simply minding our own business
when we heard a strange sound blowing in the trees. Our great black lion,
Sophie, jump up with a snarl. We all stood, grasping our weapons of choice, and
rushing out the door. It was just before dusk with the sun setting behind us
when set out into the woodland on our adventure.
We began on the path through the wood. A conversation began, as is
prone to happen in a company comprised completely of females, but it came to an
abrupt end when Sophie began to growl and her hair started to rise on the back
of her neck. We stopped and took in our surroundings. A gasp escaped from Tia’s
mouth when she saw what lay ahead. A great, green dragon blocked our way. Fire
periodically puffed out of his nostrils with a low rumbling sound.
“I think it’s sleeping,” Agatha whispered. Now the great thing
about great, green dragons is that they have very bad hearing. We began to
creep around it when Agatha pointed out “Sophie isn’t coming.” She was right.
Sophie was stuck standing before the beast, hypnotized by the rhythm of the
fire.
I slowly snuck back toward our dark lion. “Come along Sophie.” I whispered. She didn’t
move.
“You’ll have to carry her.” Tia whispered.
I nodded, scooped up the creature, and again proceeded with my path
beside the dragon. We managed to escape from harm’s way only to be met by a
lake so long and deep there was no way we could swim it, for we had left our
finned feet at home. There was nothing to do but trounce through the forest
until we discovered a bridge. This did happen after several hours for the trees
did not make it easy on us. Fortunately for Tia and Agatha, their force-fields
were working so most of the sharp, tiny arrows of the vine-monsters could not
claim ground into their skin. I, however, was not so blessed and received multiple
wounds in my leg. I might have perished if Agatha had not so wise as to bring
the antidote. We managed to find the bridge and crossed over without much
trouble. The next distress came about when we hadn’t walked much farther. A
giant mountain stood in our way, with no way to go round it. Taking courage, we
scaled the massive mound and returned down the other side, which lead us almost
completely out of the wood and out of trouble, or so we thought, as we began to
cross the plain toward the outpost of the riders.
“What shall we name the mountain we discovered?” I inquired to my
friends. After discussing several things, including “Mt. Tia” which Agatha and
I were strongly opposed to, we settled on “Mt. Scrambled Eggs with Onion” and
so it has been named to this day.
While we were discussion the name of our mountain we were not
paying much mind to our feet until Tia cried out “My shoes feel terribly heavy.”
We all glanced downward and nearly lost our courage for there, far below us, a
most dreaded enemy, the small, brown, mud-people, were attacking us. If they
should get their way they would pull us down into the mud and swallow us whole
as an offering to their great dirt king. “Toward the snowy banks of the forest!”
Tia cried out and so we began with much hast to the place of safety. We arrived
in sort order and it was there that we gained much in our fight against the
mud-people. We rubbed our shoes into the wet grass where the dew-drops came to
our aid, slicing the mud-people with their magical power.
Tia thanked the dew-drops and asked for directions to the
settlement. The dew-drops pointed us in the right direction and off we went.
Slowly, the land got wetter and wetter until we were standing in a bog! Tia
quickly looked about and then led the way to safety by jumping with her long
legs from rock to tree to rock. Agatha and I followed at a slower pace. The
only way to arrive at the settlement was to cross a short path where the
mud-people had taken up residence. Sophie, the bravest lioness that ever lived,
run ahead to make the path clear and so we followed. We arrived at the
settlement just as some riders were about to leave for our home. The mud-people
were vehemently opposed to such a thing so they attacked our shoes all the
more. We conquered them by removing out shoes and walking about on socks, for
mud-people hate socks, and the riders took us home.
Upon entering our home our strength was almost spent so Mom fed us chocolate
cake. Being much revived we had a lovely evening of laughter.
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