The Never-ending Story : Book 1
A gust of light wind rustled the few remaining leaves in the tall oak trees. The radiant, crimson sun lay low on the horizon, stretching and distorting the shadows of early dawn. Orion stood on the dirt road in the center of the quaint village of Bergen Hot Springs, staring at the broad, violet clouds hanging proudly in the still morning sky...(Mr. Fish, 2-24-09)...As Orian sat staring in awe at the crimson setting sun, his heart suddenly stopped as he saw a black, screeching cloud in the distance. Orian knew this was no ordinary storm cloud, and he also knew without a doubt there was only one thing it could be : The Winged Purple Monkeys of Cantha (also known as the TWPMOC)!...(Mr. Fish, 2-27-09)
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