
A gentle buzz filled tha air, yet everything was still, even the rabbits longest hair. A storm was brewing in the sky, above the mountains ever so high. The wolves ran in a dreaful fright, owls and birds flew off into the night. The hare and mice all but ran, the cattle and sheep were left to the protection of man. Something was coming and appearing fast; taking a'hold of the world in a titans gr…
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