By Katrina Brooks
Strolling in a lakeside woodland, you encounter a bear and begin singing softly a Native American song, hoping that it makes the bear either run away or give you a hug. A little farther away, you find a box. It is water-damaged and wordless, the tape likely washed off by the tide or stolen by a small animal. It's so dark, you can barely discern the contents. It's...CANDY! From the Philippines! Fell from a plane!
You continue walking and find a cup. It is a paper cup that read, United Airlines, crumpled up and half-buried in leaves. It's just trash. You found a piece of trash, that's it! A short distance away lies a key. It is an antique skeleton key from the 1800s. It’s bronze, but not shiny bronze because it’s old and been in the woods.
You continue walking and meet a man. Tall. Wavy, brown hair. He looks kinda like a lumberjack.... let's just go with that. Well, he has an axe over his shoulder, so his quest might have to do with chopping something, but you haven't asked him yet. Do you continue with the man, or meet the woman approaching from behind him? ... Well, the woman looks like a witch, so probably the man.... Wait - you don't like either of these options. You turn into a faerie and fly away. Your wings are shimmery green, but kind of transparent-y green, like dragonfly wings. You fly to your home, which is in a lilac bush. You're not a tree faerie; you're a bush faerie. You are visited by a robin named Roberta. The two of you discuss the weather and whether the fish are swimming south yet.
Your story ends with a song.
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