Christian and Li Ban
In the red light of sundown a green-scaled woman rested on a large rock in the river.
The lake’s waves frothed and beat against the shore.
He would often sit under a certain spruce tree that he cared for on the River Bann when his workday was done.
He released the creature and told the tale at many a pub.
Sir James Tyrell and The Horndon Worm
Drool dripped from its lips in long gray strings.
James stepped forward, took aim, and lunged toward the creature.
The dragon saw him and began to waddle toward the knight, its tongue flicking in and out of its mouth, trying to smell its prey.
The Tenth Day: Hekate and Demeter Search for Persephone
Such joy came over Persephone’s face as she admired its beauty and reached out for it.
Its sweet fragrance spread through the air.
Hekate heard Persephone’s cries from the cave where she lived.
Demeter wandered through dark olive groves and forests ablaze with fireflies.
On the tenth day of Demeter’s search, Hekate came to her holding a lit torch.
Metaneira, who was sitting with her son on her lap said, “Yes! Bring her to me.”
Metaneira’s old servant, Iambe, tried to cheer up Demeter with her poems and jokes.
A golden glow radiated through every doorway and window in Keleos’ magnificent house.
Persephone ate seven seeds and became bound to the Underworld.
Jenny’s Horse
Ironsides would see Jenny coming and he would nicker as he came to the edge of his paddock.
One day a young girl was with Ironsides. What was she doing?
Jenny watched as the girl mounted Ironsides and prepared to ride him over to his new home to live with his old friend.
The girl volunteer suited up Ironsides with his riding gear.
Mike had been a sheep farmer for many years, but now he just raised chickens and harvested firewood.
Bernard of Kuwait
Bernard is a very lucky cat because his life was not always as lovely as it is now that he has found a home.
Bernard could only see through the front of the box, but he saw other cats being taken by the lady and put into boxes with handles on top.
She sipped her coffee as she scanned the “A” names.
But Bernard’s favorite places to be were in the arms of the lady who stroked his fluffy fur and on the lap of the man while he watched pictures on his wall.
SOURLAND
Caroline’s library was select, and its state of dilapidation showed it was well used, though not altogether for legitimate purposes—almost every chapter’s margins were covered in a childish scrawl. Some were detached sentences, other parts were well written like a regular diary. On one blank page I was amused to see a drawing of my pal, Joe—crudely, yet powerfully sketched.
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