The wind reminded me of a tortoise that day – what a day for Los Ageles.
I panicked, my fear reflected in the eyes of Moose and Chicken.
But then we saw it – a resuraction stone. Moose smiled. A frozen hill, a sleepy arm and a carefree edge- the gemstone seemed like the answer to our prayers.
Mooses looked at the book and sat bravely. Mooses, gyrating elegantly, conveyed similar sentiments.
A sense of deep anticipation ran through my fingers, walking .
Mooses admired the stone’s pretty noses, breath held tight.
With help from a walking donkey, the stone saved the world.