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Did you say hurrah? I love that!
You are a!
Hmmm interesting,
There are many potatoes to choose from, I wonder why the magic potato has chosen the first repeat? Oh well!
These potatoes have a harder time warming up to things. They are not huge on change, and look into something before diving in. They like to support the people they love though, but can be spectacle. They can be a bit nosey sometimes, heh. But they do it for good and just reasons, most of the time…
(I do not know how accurate this is to you, The magic potato randomly chose it!) (And yes I copied this from small print’s thing)
"The more you practice the art of thankfulness, the more you have to be thankful for.”
That actually is rather accurate.😅
The squirrels are collecting more nuts than usual this winter. I've already lost 3 relatives.
Welp, the magic potato chose it for a reason.
Hey, are you good? You have been offline for a really long time… I wanna know if everything is okay?
"The more you practice the art of thankfulness, the more you have to be thankful for.”
@linus-smallprint @ellette-giselle @hybridlore @raxforge @keilah-h @rae @whalekeeper @loopylin @theshadow @arcticanimals and @theducktator
The unfortunate argument/misunderstanding between Ellette and I has inspired me to write part TWO of my very very very short story, to make it a very very short story instead! (And a shout out to keilah, she also inspired me when she said that KP was in peace again!)
Here it is! (Don’t worry, I am planning on making four parts, so that it becomes a short story! And I promise, even though it is sad it WILL have a happy ending.)
The story teller was welcomed home by his village, everywhere people were full of wonder and questions. They wanted to know all about the kingdom he had just visited. He stopped to tell many people of the empty kingdom, The Kingdom of Pen. He explained on how the streets were bare, and the castles guards gone! Even the nobles of the village stopped and listened to the tales that he told. They were all as puzzled as he was. Once everyone was finished pestering him, he left for his house at the end of the village. He had a short dinner and went upstairs for rest. But he could not fall asleep. He lay there wondering what had happen to that dreary kingdom, what had caused its fall. He was determined for an answer.
The next morning he said farewell to the village, and wrote another portal for him to visit Kingdom of Pen once again. He went through and found himself at the edge of the city, where he started the day before. He traveled down the dirt road, until he found himself at the city gate. He entered and found the quiet city, sleeping with no life.
He immediately headed towards the town square, where he had met that young girl. She was not there, he did not expect her to be. She said she would be leaving that night. The story teller went on towards the castle. When finally the sun began to rise. He walked through the streets, to the gate of the castle, it was left ajar. He pushed it open and went inside. He traveled to the door of the castle, when he noticed something he did not before. There was a smash in the other door, and it looked like it had been there longer than he had.
He found the library immediately and began to look through the shelves. He threw many of the books onto the ground, he searched the library vigorously. And found nothing. He had spent his whole day there, and found nothing. Until he saw a miniature book, on the corner of the shelf. He climbed up, and found the book bigger than it looked. He dusted it off and read the title. The kings argument. He opened it up and began to read.
"The more you practice the art of thankfulness, the more you have to be thankful for.”
@linus-smallprint @ellette-giselle @hybridlore @raxforge @keilah-h @rae @whalekeeper@loopylin @theshadow @arcticanimals and @theducktator
Oh yeah, here is part one! (If you missed it!)
A mysterious figure walked down an empty path, “Where is everyone?” He asked himself. “I came to this kingdom to find amazing writers and poets, I heard legends of all the stories found here! So where are they?” The cloaked man walked down farther on the path. He look all around for anyone.
He came upon a city with a beautiful castle. “This must be the Kingdom of the pen! I have heard that their writing is almost as matched as their honor for God!” He walked down the city streets, looking at all the empty buildings and topics. “I thought this place would be very lively, with conversations and story telling happening everywhere!” He looked ahead and saw a young woman, sitting alone on a bench. “Uh hello?” The cloaked man called out. “Where is everyone?” The young woman turned towards him, “I am not sure… This was the city square, it used to be full of life, and now it is empty. I awoke one morning to find nothing…. Nothing at all.” The woman explained. “I am sorry to hear that, I am the Story teller, and you?” The Story teller asked the lady/ “It doesn’t matter, I am leaving tonight. I am no use to you.”
The Story teller watched as the young lady stood up and walked away quietly. “What could have happened here?” He wondered. The Story teller walked up to the castle and found it empty of guards. “Hello?” He called out. He began to wonder the castle, looking for life. He finally made it to the throne room, and found nothing, he walked up to the throne and sat down. “I must write a story about this!” He thought aloud. “A whole kingdom disappearing for an unknown reason, why?” He began to write, he wrote for a long time, until the sun began to set. “I must be off, the people of my village might be wondering where I am!” He grabbed a new book from his bag, a book that had blue leather and Dimond crust on the side. He pulled out a special quill, and began to write something in an absurd language. Suddenly a portal appeared, a mix of many color and on the other side was an old fashion village with people waiting for him. He walked through, and left the quit kingdom behind.
"The more you practice the art of thankfulness, the more you have to be thankful for.”
Fun! I was slightly confused with the first section at the end because I did not realize that the portal appeared because of the Storyteller’s writing.
Oh yeah, I should have made that clearer. 😅
"The more you practice the art of thankfulness, the more you have to be thankful for.”
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