It turns out that the winds of Silver Bell Grove shroud not only words and thoughts, but also figures in their ancient mist. Just where the dappled sunbeams make delightful patterns on the trees, filtering through dense layers of leaves, walks a young maiden known to only the poplars as Maia.

While her equals elsewhere sing to the bright moon always eager to listen or honed their bronze patterned armour, Maia wields a wand. Oh yes, I’m not mistaken- a wand of starlight crowned by a piece of the full moon which shimmers at her gentle touch.

It’s true, though she’s not what most would call a ‘proper elf’, with her wavy, dark red hair left unbraided more often than not, her viridescent eyes which reflect the moss she chatters away to and of course, one of her greatest talents- falling into an imaginative reverie at the most inconvenient times possible.

So, I suppose you won’t believe me when I say that it was the latter paired with her characteristic, inextinguishable vivacity which etched her name in elfin history for centuries to come. Let me clarify.

The whispering poplars in the Silver Bell Grove is known across the elfin world for harbouring secrets of one and all.

Yet, the thought never crosses any of the elves’ minds that maybe, other than the typical mysteries, the eternally snow-capped Lombardies have more tales to tell.

It’s true, though she’s not what most would call a ‘proper elf’, with her wavy, dark red hair left unbraided more often than not, her viridescent eyes which reflect the moss she chatters away to and of course, one of her greatest talents- falling into an imaginative reverie at the most inconvenient times possible.

It’s true, though she’s not what most would call a ‘proper elf’. Her wavy, dark red hair is left unbraided more often than not, and her viridescent eyes reflect the moss she chatters away to. And, of course, one of her greatest talents is falling into an imaginative reverie at the most inconvenient times possible.

She brushed away the blossoms and held the wand in her hand, feeling the ancient runes carved into it, That instant, she thought she heard a faint voice echo through the forest. “Fearless…” The w ord seemed to drift away from her, far away, into the golden sun. The flowers paused their dancing, the trees held their breath- and in that fleeting moment, Maia knew that this wand belonged to her.

Maia’s heart was pounding with fear.

Some evil force beneath the forest was consuming it from within, pulling magic and mystery through the earth’s veins. Her thoughts raced. How was she to combat an unseen enemy so powerful?

And then, the wand cracked and disappeared, leaving only some threads of starlight behind it.

—an ancient poplar still the princess of Silver Bell Grove-

Maia. The fearless girl who made the earth bloom.

like pointe shoe ribbons, but crueler,

and capsized kayaks scattered with cookie crumbs,
and sunbathing on the school field,
the happy screaming of children
and squawking of seagulls
and friends around me -
things she never saw me do.

And maybe one day,
after I have lived so much more
and added so many more memories
and views and people
to my constellation,
we can go on a walk again,

I don’t remember learning
to breathe through dance.
Only that I did.
My heartbeat learnt
its tempo at the barre,
my smile formed
mid pirouette.

My life will no longer have
that spark
which I only get from dancing.

The echo of my last notes
hangs in the air.
I hope they’re good ones.

I keep wondering…
When will my last pilé be?
Will I know?
Or will it just fade away
like the audience filing out.

Forced to watch, applaud
my
language…
That I no longer speak,
Wishing I could.

One day
I will have to leave my world behind.
And nothing else will ever compare.

I’m scared that one day,
the French I learn
will be scattered with shopping lists
instead of stage directions.
No more arabesques uttered -
just bus times and baguettes.
Only errands and verb endings,
no pirouettes.
no poetry.

Dance is the language
I never thought I’d unlearn…

Maybe all languages fade
eventually.

But I’m so scared of that moment.

Dance is the language
I never thought I’d unlearn…
Maybe all languages fade
eventually.

But I’m so scared of that moment.

Did I spend too much time rehearsing
and forget to perform?

My last bow should've been deeper than the rest.
At least I get a chance now,
even if

Maybe my final bow wasn’t
for them -
it was for me
all along.

And it's so dark, but it’s okay:
I think the curtain might be
all my laughs and loves
and every time I lived,
all weaved into a curtain of stars.
I hope it will light up the stage
beneath,
and I will shine through,
like she shone for me.

I really hope I was a show
worth watching.

Just the hush backstage after -
just the final click of a camera -

Just the hush backstage after -
just the final click of a camera -

just the final closing of eyes…

peacefully, I hope,

and happy, free, loved - or something like it.

Maybe my eyes close for the final time, and … darkness,
no stars.

Just the hush backstage after -
just the final click of a camera -

just the final closing of eyes…
peacefully, I hope,
and happy, free, loved - or something like it.

Maybe my eyes close for the final time, and … darkness,
no stars.

Maybe my eyes close for the final time, and … darkness,
no stars.

But somewhere,
a star remembers my name.

and I remember too.

But somewhere,
a star remembers my name

and I remember too.

The cat in the hat and the bat and the rat are all animals. The cat in the hat is a red cat who likes to wear hats in his spare time. The bat and the rat are both twins, nobody knows why they were twins, but people knew that when they were born, they shared a very big bond with each other, which is why they were seen as twins. The cat in the hat and the bat and the rat liked to play with each other in their spare time; one game and thing that they liked to play together was a game which had only one rule. The rule was that they could not touch water. For some reason, this game was very fun to them, as the place where they lived together had a lot of water; whether it was in the sink or in the lake or in the pool in the house, there were many places for the three animals to touch the water, and they tried their best not to. One day, the three animals were playing the game together when they found out that there was no more water in the house. Naturally, the three animals were very sad; without water, what would they play with? There was no more reason to play the game. However, the bat had been looking forward to it all day and was very sad. This is very sad to all of them, and for that reason, the bat started crying. Since the rat was an empath and shared a big bond with the bat, since they were twins, the rat also started crying. Then, the cat in the hat started laughing for some reason. The bat and the rat looked at the cat in the hat with a strange look on their faces. They both stopped crying, and the cat in the hat actually started crying; however, this time, it was in tears of laughter. The cat in the hat couldn’t stop laughing, and the rat and the bat looked so confused. The cat in the hat was now crying and laughing on the floor (you could say that the cat in that hat was rolling on the floor laughing, or ROFL). The rat and the bat continued to stare at the cat in the hat in confusion, and they started to ask the cat in the hat why they were laughing, given that they could not play the game anymore. The cat in the hat tried to respond, but continued laughing; after one minute, they mustered up the energy and said that the game had already ended. The rat and the bat were confused; there was no more water in the house, so they did not know why the game was over? And even if it was, who had won, and who had lost?

The cat in the hat finally stopped laughing. It said “the point of this game is to not touch water, right? And if you touch water, then you lose, right?” The rat and the bat slowly nodded their heads. That was right; those were the rules of the game. However, since there was a drought and no water at all in the house, they were wondering why the game had even ended. Especially since they had not even stepped anywhere. Finally, the cat in the hat explained that since the rat and the bat had touched water, they had lost. The rat and the bat were both so confused and demanded an explanation; they both thought that the cat was cheating somehow, or that the cat had lost their mind. The cat said that since they had both cried tears, they touched water, and had therefore lost. The rat and the bat stared at the cat for a second in dumbfounded confusion, processing what the cat had just said about them. Then, the rat and the bat both started laughing and started saying ha ha ha ha ha. They realized that, since they were crying about the game, they were actually playing it and lost it! It was so funny that they started laughing and crying and rolling on the ground, just like the cat did. In the end, the rat and the bat and the cat in the hat all ended up playing the game. And the best thing was, the very second that the animals stopped laughing, the water came back into the house, and the three animals could play all the games they wanted to with each other with as long as they could.

There is a small fish in the lake in the park in the city in the country in the continent in the earth in the solar system in the universe. The small fish has big thoughts about the world; the small fish believes that, even though he is too small to make a difference in the grand scheme of things, that he can still believe in himself and the power of small actions. The small fish is brown, but sometimes black in the night time. The small fish likes to think and read and ponder (get it, because pond-er?), and the small fish also likes to contemplate his life choices, which is funny. There is a small human that is living in a house next to the park, and the small human believes that everything she does is important to the world, and that the small human needs to make good choices. But the small human doesn’t know that, in the end, it is about making choices for yourself and living a good life. That’s what the small fish knows. That is the end to this story today, the end to all the things in the end. That is kinda ironic, because even though the small human is a lot bigger than the small fish, it is barely anything at all. Because when compared to planets and solar systems and stars, the small human might as well be the small fish. I think that a lot of people in the world think that everything matters; and in a way, it does. But something else that a lot of people in the world need to remember is that life isn’t made to be making choices and stressing about them all the time; it is to enjoy yourself. That is my interpretation. Good night.

The small dragonfly lives in the pond and has a good life. That is all that matters; surviving and having fun and just taking life with a grain of salt.

I lean on my older sister, begging for a shoulder to cry on, just watching the sun set over the hills.

Standing with the rest of our family, trying to not make any noise, not even a breath of noise, we all hug each other, knowing that we may never see each other again.

Standing with the rest of our family, we try to not make any noise – not even a breath. We all hug each other, knowing that we may never see each other again.

I tremble with fear and I take one last look at my sister.

I want to apologize to my sister for all of the fights and arguments, but I know I just can’t or I would be putting my family in danger. The last thing I would ever want to happen is to put my family in danger.

The timer in my head slowly counts down the hours, minutes and seconds.

What happens when the timer goes off? Will I ever see my family again? Is it the end of the world?

What happens when the timer goes off? Will I ever see my family again? Is it the end of the world?

She leans down into my ear and whispers, “Little Sis, None of us know.” A teardrop starts to roll down my face.

“The story I am about to tell you is one you have heard many times, but they are all wrong. My version is the truth,” The mother told her little girl. “The version you are told is one of handsome princes come to save you and terrible witches come to curse you. Mine is different.”
“But I like the princes! The witches are scary, though. I don’t want to meet a witch. But maybe if I do, a prince will come save me!” The child said with stars in eyes.

“The story I am about to tell you is one you have heard many times, but they are all wrong. My version is the truth,” The mother told her little girl. “The version you are told is one of handsome princes come to save you and terrible witches come to curse you. Mine is different.”

“But I like the princes! The witches are scary, though. I don’t want to meet a witch. But maybe if I do, a prince will come save me!” The child said with stars in eyes.

I am about to tell you a story you've heard many times. What's been told to you before is wrong, my version is the truth.

the mother told her little girl.

The version you are told is one of handsome princes come to save you and terrible witches come to curse you. Mine is different.”

meet a witch.“

”But maybe if I do,

She hugged her stuffed animal

“Fiiinne,” The girl grumbled, but she was smiling.

if you keep interrupting,” She scolded.

The husband was unsure that this was a good idea

he loved his wife, greedy and selfish as she was,

So the next morning she came to their door and demanded they give her their daughter once she was born to make up for stealing from her or she would curse them to forget their love forever.”

So the next morning, she came to their door and demanded they give her their unborn daughter to make up for stealing from her. Otherwise, she would curse them to forget their love forever.”

then the one person they loved

which they definitely would have

They simply gave the old woman the child

The old woman loved her like she would a daughter, and Rapunzel loved the old woman like she would a mother.

She loved to sing, and her hair, which had grown long, so long, as she’d never thought to cut it, always had wildflowers she’d picked woven into her braid.

“Mama, I’ve heard this story before. But when I heard it the parents loved their daughter and the old woman was a mean old witch!” The child interrupted.
“I told you it was one that’s been told many times. And those tales are wrong, told because of lies spread by the villain of this story.”

The boy tugged and pulled and wasn’t gentle at all, and when he finally reached the top of the tower and released his grip on her braid, she let out a deep breath of relief and immediately kicked him in the shins.

The boy tugged and pulled roughly, until he finally reached the top of the tower. When he released his grip on her braid, she let out a deep breath of relief and immediately kicked him in the shins.

“‘Why would I marry you? I just met you and you climbed up my hair when you could have just used the stairs. And it really hurt!’ She glared at him.” LOLLL love itttt!!!

and taking her away.

The child implored her mother with a frown.

order of the king!”

“Does he die on the trip? I hope he does.” The child grinned.

“Daisy! You mustn't think such thoughts!” The mother frowned at her child, though she secretly agreed.

And the old woman enveloped the girl, who she’d come to think of as a daughter, in a big hug.

And the old woman enveloped the girl, her daughter, in a big hug.

Her mother kissed her on the forehead and stood from her place at the foot of her bed. “Because my mother, Rapunzel, told me before she died.” Astrid said, hugging Daisy tight.

Alice is in wonderland, and she is having a lot of fun here. In wonderland, she escapes from the world. In wonderland, there is magic, and new creatures she talks to. In wonderland, everything is wonderful, and she loves it here.
At Alice’s home, everything is dull. Her dad is always gone for work, and rarely comes back home. Her mother is strict, and hurtful, and screams at her. Her old sister is waiting to leave the home, leaving Alice for herself. She plays with her dolls and runs in the meadow, hoping her mother will not find her. Alice finds many things in the meadow, but, every night, she dreads returning home. One day, Alice decided that she wasn’t going to go home; she was going to go to wonderland.
At wonderland, things weren’t always good. There was this evil queen that kept chasing her and wanting her head. There were some evil animals and creatures there. But still, wonderland was amazing; there were caterpillars and birds and snakes and mad hatter and rabbits and talking flowers and everything was amazing. Alice loved wonderland, and she would spend hours there, talking and meeting new people.
What alice didn’t know was that wonderland was not real. Wonderland existed solely in her head. She hallucinated everything that she saw; the people she talked to, the experiences she made. What alice did was escape the realities. Sometimes, her daydreams became so bad that she had difficulty and trouble escaping wonderland at the end, going back to her dull, real life. Sometimes, Alice didn’t even want to leave. Sometimes, she wondered if staying in wonderland was the best thing for her to do. Sometimes, Alice hoped that she would not be able to leave wonderland, because she thought that she could stay there forever.
As Alice spent longer and longer days in wonderland, she would sometimes go missing for hours, while her mother rushed to find her. One time, on a particularly bad day, Alice went to the forest and hid and went to wonderland for hours. When she woke, it was dark; she had been there the whole day. She dreaded going home, because her mother was cruel. Her mother did not like how Alice escaped and ran away, but Alice was scared and this only made it happen anymore. Her mother was waiting for her when Alice came home in the dark. The mother was very angry at Alice and shouted at her and threatened her. Alice was already numb, and she zoned out, hoping that her mother wouldn’t notice. The next day, Alice decided that she had enough. She ran away from the home, carrying nothing but her own dignity, and ran to the woods. This time, she didn’t look back. She ran as far as she could, running with all her might to get somewhere. Alice needed to get away from her home; and she needed to move to wonderland. Her life depended on it. So she ran and ran and ran and ran until her legs gave out and she collapsed into a clearing, miles away from her home, and the world went dark.
When she woke up, she was in wonderland again. Smiling, she ran and walked to the yellow trail to the mad hatter’s house. Alice liked having tea with the mad hatter; the mad hatter was crazier than she was, and being near crazy people made Alice feel sane. So, she skipped along the path, until she noticed something. The trail which she usually walked had changed; before, it was simply a small dirt trail. Now, it was a big, full yellow golden brick trail. It was very wide, and it was very big and yellow. Alice frowned; this was somewhere new. This was not the path to the mad hatter’s. Alice decided to follow this new yellow brick road, and wondered where it would lead. Hopefully to a place where the people trusted her, and a place where she could feel safe.
So she followed it.
The path led her to many places, but there was one place that she liked. It was a small wood place. The wood place had many trees, and the wood place also had many small bugs. There were many small bugs that were swarming the trees. Alice stopped and watching the small bugs swarming the old trees. It seemed as if the small bugs were slowly eating small parts of the trees one by one. Alice looked at the bugs, and the bugs seemed very cute and small. There were many of these bugs, and Alice wondered how many of these bugs existed, and if these bugs only existed in the forest. Alice asked the bugs if they could talk back to her, and they said yes, obviously, because everyone in the woods and in wonderland could talk to Alice. Alice asked the bugs what they were doing to the trees, and Alice asked the small bugs if they were eating the trees. The small bugs were very slow to answer the question that Alice had asked them, but they still decided after a few seconds that they were going to answer the question and show why they were eating the trees. The first bug said that they were eating the trees, confirming Alice’s suspicions. The second bug said that they were eating the trees, because it was their only food source, and without it, they would have to find another food source. Alice asked, why were the trees their only food source? Surely there were other foods and plants that the bugs could eat? Alice was very cautious to ask them this question, because Alice did not want the small bugs to think too hard about their answer and instead find a new source, because Alice looked very tasty at that moment, and she was a bit worried that she was going to get eaten.

The cat in the hat is a very nice cat. THe cat in the hat is a cat that always is fun to play with, and when I meet the cat in that hat, I would want the cat in the hat to play with me. THis is because the cat in the hat is my dream. The cat in the hat is the cat that I want to meet the most. Ever since I was small, I read the cat in the hat book with my mom and my little sister. I even wanted to cosplay as the cat in the hat this halloween, but my mom wanted to be the cat in the hat instead, so I was stuck being thing 2 with my little sister. I had wanted to be thing 1, but my sister always wanted to be thing 1, so i was very angry. I told her off to my mom, and my mom was very angry at me for telling my sister off for something that she wanted, and that instead of resolving the issue, i had to tell her off. Thus, I had to be thing 2, while she got thing 1. That is totally unfair! How come she gets thing 1? We all know that thing 1 is the best one. It is called number one for a reason. Who even is thing 2? Thing 2 is a big loser! I think to myself. Thing 2 should not even exist, I think to myself. Everyone knows the cat in the hat, and everyone knows thing 1, but nobody knows thing 2. And, for some reason, I was the one getting stuck as thing 2. How was that even fair. My mom obviously likes my little sister more than me, otherwise she would not do such an evil thing to me. So, when we went outside on halloween, I was very grumpy, while my little sister was very happy. I was angry that she was happy, and that I was thing 2 and not thing 1. We were trick or treating at some houses when we were walking up this hill to this house that we had not been or seen before. It was very strange for me; the house was a very strange house, it had many floors, but it seemed as if it was barely standing. We knocked on the door. By the way, to clarify, our mom had stayed home as the cat in the hat and was the one giving the candy to the other kids and she was trying to be the cat in the hat for that reason. Anyways, back to the story. We had knocked on this strange house on top of the hill. There were no other houses at the top of this hill; it was just this one strange house by itself. There were no other trick or treaters to be found as well; it was just us; me and my sister. I had been getting a lot of candy, and so was my sister, so I was in a better mood, and it was also my favorite day of the year, so I had to make it count. Anyways, it was getting dark, and this was going to be the final house that we were going to do that night before heading home, as our mom wanted us to be home by midnight.
I opened up the door and I gasped. There was thing 2 in the flesh. There was thing 2, he was standing inside the strange house, and he was the one who had answered the door. There was no cat in the hat in sight, nor was there a thing 1 in sight. There was only thing 2. I was shocked, and I looked at my sister, who was also shocked. It was not a costume; it could not have been a costume. That was thing 2, in the flesh. That was thing 2, standing outside the weird house on the hill on halloween, and there i was with my sister, both of us being very shocked and screaming and crying and wailing at the sight. Thing 2 was real, and I was ready to believe anything at that moment. That santa was real, that the moon landing was a hoax, that santa was fake. Thing 2 looked at both of us, and both of us had tears in our eyes. Thing 2 beckoned us in and waved us into the house. The Thing 2 was the one that had been there all along. I had never wanted to be thing 2, but walking into thing 2’s house, I realized something that I did not know this whole time. Thing 2 was amazing too. Get it, because I used “2” twice in that sentence, but with different spellings and meanings. Anyways, I was always so angry that thing 2 was the one that nobody knew about, that I was the one that had to be the lame thing 2. BUt standing there in thing 2’s kitchen, i realized that thing 2 was the best one out of the lot. Better than thing 1, better than the children in the story, and even better than the cat in the hat, for some reason. Thing 2 was the one that made that halloween the best night of my life, and I could not imagine anyone else being thing 2 except for me

The tree is old. The tree in the woods is very very old. The tree has many things going on about it that people do not know about it. People do not know how old this tree is; many people think that the tree has been alive for many years, maybe even before the town was founded. The town was founded with the tree as the centre. THe people who founded the town decided that the tree was very beautiful, and that they wanted to have the tree as the town square centre. Now, years and decades later, the town is flourishing, even though it is a bit small, and the tree in the middle is the thing that people come to visit the town for.
It is an old tree; it is slightly crooked, and there are some small knot holes in the tree. There are no big leaves; in fact, there are no leaves at all in the big old tree; it is just made of the trunk and the branches. The tree is an emblem and symbol for the small town. There are many fires and storms and hurricanes and earthquakes and many horrible things that happen to the small town. However, the tree still stands strong, even through all the troubles that happened to it. That is part of why the small town loves it so much; it is a symbol for staying strong through the toughest times, which is how they got through things like famines and wars and other bad things that happened to the town.
One day, a little girl called Ava went to look at the tree. Ava had been living there for all her life, which was 6 years, but still, she did not really know that much about the tree, and she wanted to know some facts for herself. In the middle of the town square she ran, and it was noon, so the sun was at the top of the sky and burning the square down below. Ava looked at the tree; it was very big, and she could barely see the top of the tree, because she was so small and the tree was so big. One thing that she noticed about the tree were that there were some small scratches at the base of the tree, which she did not see before. She wondered where the small scratches on the big old tree came from. She touched the tree and gasped. The tree had moved under her touch! Then, she blinked and realized that she had just hallucinated that happening and that the tree was actually just standing there like it always was.
Ava is very happy standing under the tree. She feels a buzz and a hum under the tree, and even though she might be hallucinating the tree, she still feels very at ease with the tree. Ava is very happy standing under the tree, and she wants to always be under the tree. She feels that the tree is connected to her in some way.

Bob was very sad all the time. He is the main character of a story that many people like to read, but he himself realizes that he is not the person that they love the most. The readers of the book that Bob reads likes his best friend, Ava instead of him. Bob feels sad. He is the main character of the book, so technically people should like him the mos, correct? But that is not true. He thinks to himself. That is not true, because nobody likes me. He feels sad. He is supposed to be loved. He is the superhero of the city, but people like his sidekick more. He is very sad about that, and he thinks that he should be the one that people like. So, that is what caused him to go to Ava and her house one day to talk to her about this predicament.
Ava answers the door with a smile on her face, and she leads Bob into her house. She is very happy that Bob had decided to visited, and Bob was still very happy to see Ava, even though people liked Ava more than they did him. Anyways, Bob was very happy to see Ava, and he was also very happy to see her cat, which was very cute. He liked seeing Ava’s cat, because the cat always made him feel better. Anyways, he talked to Ava about his struggles and his worries about nobody liking him. He always felt like a loner and a loser, and that was very bad for him as the main character.
Anyways, Ava decides to comfort Bob. She tells Bob that just because they like her does not mean that they can’t not like him either. She shows proof of comments sharing how much they love Bob. Bob is touched. He spent so much time focusing on Ava that he forgot to focus on himself. He smiles, he did amazing. He has learned a valuable and important lesson; he is enough, and he will always be enough for all. He smiles and pets Ava’s cat.

There is a cat and there is a rat and there is a bat and the three animals are all playing together in the park. In the park there is a pond, and in the pond there is a duck. The duck is always very lonely, because the duck has nobody to play with, so the duck is always super sad. As a result, the cat and the bat and the dog and the rat, yes the dog joined the group, decided that they were going to cheer up the duck, as the duck did not have any animals to play with him. The cat decided that she was going to give the duck a present, and she picked out a rubber band for the duck to have. As a result, the cat was very happy, as she liked giving presents to other animals, and it was a great thing for her to do all around. The duck saw the rubber band that the cat gave to her, and he was very happy that he had got a present. Overjoyed, the duck said thank you to the cat, and the cat smiled in response. The two animals had bonded over this, and they were doing amazing together.

A cat in the hat was holding a bat. ANd before you ask me, no, it was not the actual cat in the hat. It was just a random cat wearing a random hat. It was not the actual cat in the hat, otherwise that would be very crazy. ALso, I already wrote about the actual cat in the hat today, so if you want to read about the cat in the hat there, you can read that story. ANyways, back to this story. This cat was an orange cat, and it was wearing a red hat. The red hat was very small and it could barely be seen in the big hat’s head, but it was still there. The red hat had been with the orange cat for many years now, the orange cat could not go anywhere without not wearing the small red hat, because it had been a big part of the orange cat’s childhood. The red hat was there for the cat when the cat was sad, when the cat was happy, and when the cat was grumpy. The red hat was there for the orange cat when no other cat was, and that was very good for the cat to have someone to talk to in its spare time. The truth was, the red hat could talk to the orange cat. NO other cats could talk to the small red hat, so the other cats thought that the orange cat was lying and crazy and the other cats did not want to talk to the orange cat. The orange cat did not care; she had a red hat, and that is all that mattered. The orange cat always wore the red hat wherever she went. If the red hat was nowhere to be found, the orange cat would not go anywhere until she had found the red hat. The red hat was the lifeline for the orange cat; if the red hat was not present, the orange cat would not be present as well. Anyways, one thing to mention was that the cat lived in the wild. There was no owner. It was a street cat, and it had to fight everyday to get food and water. The orange cat constantly had to be scared of other cats and dogs attacking her, so she had to constantly try her best to avoid them and try to get food. She usually got food by sneaking in the night, so the other cats and dogs could not see her. The red hat was always there for the big orange cat, and when the orange cat was scared, the red hat would be there to help comfort her. The red hat sometimes also told the big orange cat where the food was. One time, the red hat told the orange cat what he had overheard. He had overheard that there was some food by the pond nearby. The orange cat had never thought of going to the small pond nearby before, as the orange cat was very scared of water. WHen the big orange cat was a small kitten, it once almost drowned, and ever since then, she had been very scared of the water and drowning, so this was a very scary thing for the cat to know. However, the orange cat had not eaten in many days and was very very hungry and was willing to do anything to get food. So, she faced her fear and walked over to the nearby pond. The red hat was right; there was some dead fish at the bottom of the pond. She could see where the dead fish were because for some reason the water was very see through, and the fish could easily be seen. Then, after some thinking, the cat decided that she was going to jump to the bottom of the pond. The cat was very scared because jumping to the bottom of the pond meant that she had to swim through water, and she had not swam in water for many years. However, her growling tummy told her that she desperately needed to get to the fish and be full, so she decided that she was going to do it. Jumping in the water in the dead of night, the water was very cold. The cat was very scared and held her breath as she pushed and tried swimming down with her paws. However, some problems arose. She realized that the water was way too cold for her, and she was already shivering after being in the water for a few seconds. However, the orange cat was so close to the dead fish at the bottom of the pond in the small park, so she decided that she was going to go on. She wanted to get the fish and stop her fear of water. So the cat kept swimming and pushing on, while the red hat on her head was cheering her on. After a few minutes of swimming, the orange cat reached the bottom of the pond. Looking up at the sky, she saw that the pond was a lot bigger than she initially thought it would be. The orange cat and the red hat grabbed the dead fish in her hands, happy that she had secured some food and that the orange cat was not going to be hungry anymore and have something to eat. The cat grabbed the fish in her hands and started swimming up, and then realized something. She could not paddle up because she was holding the fish in her paws. This was a big trouble, as she needed the fish to fill her hunger but she also needed to swim up, otherwise she was going to drown, just like she did all those years ago. So, she was very sad and did not know what to do. However, just before she was going to give up and swim up, the red hat said that there was a solution. The red hat could store the dead fish in itself and then be worn by the orange cat, and then the orange cat could still manage to swim up with its paws, while holding the food which was under the red hat. The orange cat could not believe it; there was still a chance for her and the red hat to solve the problem. She was very happy and eagerly did what the red hat wanted her to do. She grabbed the dead fish and put her in the red hat. Then, she wore the hat and started swimming upwards into the land with her free paws. The cat was very very happy and she was very energized as she continued swimming upwards. The thought of freedom from the small pond and freedom from the hunger that had plagued her for so long was fueling her as she paddled upwards. Finally, after a few big strokes, the cat was almost there at the top. However, she noticed that she was quickly running out of breath, and there were still a few more strokes to go. The cat was very nervous and thought that she might run out of breath and drown, like she had almost did so many years ago. She started having a lot of bad thoughts about dying, and not being able to eat, and how she was so close yet so far. However, the red hat was still there to comfort her. The red hat said that she could do it, that she was so close, and that she could do it and save them both. The words of the red hat were very inspiring to the orange cat at that time. The words were what fueled her all those years ago, when nobody believed her and bullied her instead. So the orange cat kept swimming. She believed that she could do it. She believed that she could, when nobody else except the red hat believed in her. She breathed in the water a little bit more (she was a cat that had magic abilities, so in reality she actually could breathe in water for a long time. this was why she spent a few minutes already under the pond. The fact that she was running out of breath was added by the author to create more tension in the story and add a climax to the story. Please don’t thank me, I already know how awesome I am). The orange cat continued swimming up, and she could see the surface almost there. Her head was almost running out of air and she was struggling with the weight of her body, as well as the weight of the small hat (it looked small but actually it weighed a lot more than she thought), as well as the weight of the dead fish. Also, the mental weight of her hunger and her desperation and low self-esteem was also weighing her down, so there was that too. The cat kept going, however, and after a few seconds, she made it! Woohoo! The red hat cheered the big orange cat on, and they were both very happy. The cat had got over her fear of water and drowning, she had also got food to eat, and both the red hat and the big orange cat were safe and alive. And, they had food to eat! The cat swam to the land and laid her fish there. Then, she ate all the fish in a few bites, and was very full and happy. Today had been a great day for her and the red hat. Also, the part at the end made her feel rejuvenated; she felt that she could do anything. Even when so many things were weighing down on her, both mentally and physically, she had did it in the end. That was amazing; the two creatures were both an amazing pair! Now, to get to the real story. Just kidding, that was the real story. But, to get back to the first line, it said that she was holding a bat - i still need to explain what it means by that. Once she left the pond and went back, there was a bat in her shelter place. And, it was not a baseball bat, no. It was an actual bat. Like, a flying mammal bat. It had turned out that the bat also needed a place to stay, and saw that there was a free space there, not knowing that the orange cat and the red hat were staying there. The cat was very happy to find a new friend, and the bat was very happy too. That was how the cat and the bat met. It was a happy ending, and the orange cat and the bat and the red hat all slept happily ever after. The end!

The Festival was magical. Creatures from all around the realm came to visit the Festival, and there were vendors selling products that had names nobody could pronounce. Cedar wore a cloak navigated through the busy streets, in search of something specific – a procrastination potion. His yellow eyes scanned the numerous stands. Someone bumped into Cedar, pushing him to a nearby stall. A small gnome was shouting, “Travelers, try this free sample!” She locked eyes on Cedar, then shoved a plate off a mysterious bread roll into his face. “Take it, you won't regret it,” she said. Cedar had no choice but to accept, and he took a piece. Holding the roll under his nose, a pungent odor radiated from it. “Here goes nothing,” he thinks, eyes closed, and takes a bite of the roll. He opens his eyes and gasps.

These are the last 80 words that I need to write tonight to reach 5000 words written for cabin wars. Isn’t that crazy? It has been a wild ride, and I cannot believe that I was able to write so much today. I wasn’t really active in the first cabin wars, so I’m glad I was able to help this time, even though I didn’t have to! Being a mercenary was so fun, and I liked writing a lot! Goodbye!

author's note:
I HAVE NEVER SEEN NOR READ THIS SHOW. ALSO PLEASE TELL ME YOU UNDERSTOOD THE KIM KARDASHIAN REFERENCE