WV short story part 1

I awoke to the sound of distant thunder. It wasn't startling like you might imagine but actually more of a soothing deep roambil whisper calling to me from a far off place. The sky had been pouring rain all week and I so wished that it would greet me on this Saturday morning with cheerful rays of warmth, but alas, It did NOT.

I pulled the quilt up tight around my neck and began to mentally make a list of the inside chores that I could get done today, altho, I wasn't in the mood for chores.

I wanted to get out and stretch my limbs and explore my yard. I wanted to work the soil and start preparing the ground for my keplish. I wanted to prune the lifeless branches from the chodifie trees and begin the process of tucking Winter quietly away and welcoming Spring to my little corner of Nonabi.

AHH Spring! A time when all things can become new again. The arnica plants come to life, the birds begin to sing their melodies and all creatures great and small come out of hibernation to relish this beautiful creation we call Home.

As I laid there all snug as a larvous bug in a rug I began to recall a day in my childhood that began much like this one. I was eight years old and into everything. I was born with an adventurous heart, and when I over heard the elders in the Chollolee shop one day whispering about the legendary Wildpoi Valley, I began to devise a plan to find the Island of Prete.

I enlisted the help of my best friend Allekie. She was a full year older than I, but she was far less brave. I had to promise Allekie that if we did indeed capture a Wildpoi, I would let her keep it as her very own treasure.

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