Post by goose on Aug 27, 2010 12:19:20 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=background,http://i38.tinypic.com/ix8dtx.jpg,true]Long, lush grasses bent with the wind, seeming to bow towards a particularly large mound of summer greens. There was always one hill that stood out slightly, larger than all the rest by a small margin. It stood like a throne, a grand seat perfect for overlooking a glorious, beautiful kingdom. Of course, the land was far from a kingdom. And the beast who sat atop it? He was no king. Goose was nothing more than an ancient wanderer, enjoying the beauty of an unclaimed land while his tired, old bones relished in a much needed rest. |