Once upon a time there was a younger girl and an older girl, they went on a walk. (Oh my goodness! This looks like it's going to be a newberry award winner.) When walking back home they decided they were too tired to walk all the way home! (they really are troopers) So the older girl convinced the younger girl to take a short cut. (always the brilliant plan) So they turned off the main road and trod across dale and bounded over hill (they might be kangaroos) until they arrived at a wide river, they walked along beside it until they found a tree that had fallen over the river and they used it to cross over, but when they came to the other side they found marsh land through which beasts had come and ravaged the land.
The two girls did not give up hope though, oh no they plowed on finding a foot hold here and there, trying not to fall into the foreboding waters (glop more like) at there feet.
Days it seemed they travailed across this bog almost sinking at times and slipping dangerously, when suddenly firm ground lay before them and they slowly crawled,exhausted into there castle in the clouds (because clouds are solid) there clothes in tatters, there hair filled with burrs and over all covered in mud.
When they had rested and were sitting in there dining hall they told there death defying story to all who would listen and this tale was of such heart ache and bravery it made even the hardest burst forth with rivers flowing from there eyes. (Peoples eyes water when they laugh really hard) Such is the story of the younger girl and older girl, heed it well.
Two girls went on a run,
on there way home they said, were done!
A short cut! said the older one,
okay said the other, it might be fun.
The marsh made them realize there journey had just begun.
When it was over they knew they couldn't be outdone,
there tale was rewarded by tears by the ton.
The moral of this story is don't go trying to take shortcuts if your lazy and live in a random castle that's surrounded by a swamp.
Grace Yacht
Once I tried to cross this area between a lake and a sand dune...there was tall grass, deep mud and an abundance of petite flying ugly creatures. Next time, I took the path.
ReplyDeleteTwo paths diverged in a wood, I took the path less traveled, and then I regretted it. ;)
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