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The Squirrel and the Dragon: A Fantasy Short Story

Once upon a time, in a little cottage atop a tall tree in a little forest, there lived a little squirrel named Chestnut. Every morning, Chestnut loved to take her little basket and go on nature walks to collect little colorful flowers in the meadows. She would make bouquets and flower wreaths and sell them at the market square. But one day, when Chestnut went on a walk to collect more flowers, she found a big black hill blocking her way. The big black hill was very strange, because instead of being covered with green grass, it was covered in black scales that shimmered in the sunlight. Another strange thing about the big black hill was that it moved up and down, almost as if it were breathing. “I don’t know how this strange hill got here,” Chestnut said to herself. “But I’ll just climb over it.” Chestnut clambered up the big black hill. It was a little difficult, since it kept moving up and down, but thanks to her determination, Chestnut managed to reach the very top. “I did it!” Chest...

Searching Then Daydreaming

Searching for one’s tribe

Is not easy.

Especially if you’re faint hearted

And meeting fellow humans makes you queasy.


The motive for searching for a tribe

Is to satisfy my yearn for connection.

However, I postpone my search for company

In fear of ridicule and rejection.


What if I embarrass myself?

What if they don't care

About my attempts to connect?

Do I even dare?


And then there’s the matter

Of social awkwardness.

What should I say? What should I do?

My, my, I feel like a mess!


Exhausted by these worries, 

I give in to my reclusive side

And focus on more important tasks

Like daydreaming about mermaids dancing at high tide.

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