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Follow me,
Watch your step, now,
Don’t disturb a twig.
There are those
Who would be
Offended.
How can that be?
In this
Green golden tunnel?
Who would harbor
Anger?
Oh, those who
Dwell in the green,
Those who
Dwell in the light.
Nonsense?
Maybe so.
But, if you don’t believe,
Why do you
Step
So very
Carefully?
Watch your step, now,
Don’t disturb a twig.
There are those
Who would be
Offended.
How can that be?
In this
Green golden tunnel?
Who would harbor
Anger?
Oh, those who
Dwell in the green,
Those who
Dwell in the light.
Nonsense?
Maybe so.
But, if you don’t believe,
Why do you
Step
So very
Carefully?
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Billy woke up first with a light snort followed by a yawn. Without really moving his head, he took a quick glance around the cave. For the most part, it looked pretty much the same as he remembered it from last night, the only major differences were that the lanterns had burnt out and the puddle around Score and Hoops had gotten bigger, and yet, his two friends still slept as soundly as ever.
"Seriously? How do those two stand it?" Billy asked himself mentally has he shifted his head slightly as he tried getting comfortable on
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Stillness.
A rumble of excitement floods her belly and she slips out of bed, stepping gently on the woolen rug at her feet. The clock has already chimed past midnight and she has nothing to fear, but the idea of sneaking around when she should be asleep invigorates her. In a mind only a child can house, she visualizes herself a spy or assassin, invisible to the world or her mothers' peering eyes.
She sidesteps across the rugs on her floor over to her bookcase. The only sound that emanates is the soft thumps of hooves on muffled fabric, and she's excited by
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Trapped Thieves
The large, dark night sky was adorned with drops of shining stars, a large, glowing, silver moon, and few colors that shone to represent the sun's absence.
Down below, not a creature was stirring. Everyone had well off gone to their cozy beds after eating a warm plate of supper and discussing their days.
No, the only sounds from the dark where the crickets chirping softly, and the quiet hum of an Extreme Gear.
Jet the Hawk silently flew through the night, not wanting to draw any attention to himself on this restful dusk.
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very nice!!!