Saturday I will of course be attending a sail boat racing class. It's pretty random, even for me. Being from the woods in Minnesota I naturally have an affinity for all things sailboat. I don't imagine my 10 summers of working at Vermilion Houseboats is going to translate to sailboat racing.
There was about a 6 month period during high school where for some reason I would wake up every morning and watch Gilligan's Island while I ate my breakfast. I learned many things about driving a sail boat from that show...even though they crashed. First of all, I need to go out and get a blue blazer. I know that the rich guy wasn't the driver but when I think of the Yacht Club I think of him. I need a white hate, a blue blazer, some grey slacks and a nice ascot, something bold but you know, not trashy. Then I need to bring a martini glass, a jar of olives, water (it LOOKS like vodka) and some caviar. I imagine my spot on the racing team will require me to sit on the helm wearing my new outfit and drinking my martini glass filled with water and olives. Every once in a while I will encourage the team to sail faster by sticking my nose up at them and saying something smarmy. I will also pretend to eat my caviar but will probably spit it into a napkin and tuck it in my slacks like the last time I tried caviar.
I'm also hoping they don't mind if I throw a line out and troll while we are sailing. I haven't been fishing for a very long time and I miss the thrill of sitting in a boat while it gently rocks back and forth.
Failing that I'm hoping that our boat can have a pirate theme. When I was young I wanted to be three things. A milk man, a garbage man and a pirate (dream big my parents always said). I'm thinking of manufacturing some sort of peg leg and I already have an assortment of eye patches. We could sing old pirate songs and I wouldn't have to shower when I got up that day.We could put up the skull and crossbones flag and if our team isn't winning the race I could start a mutiny! Now that I think on it, it's kind of hot here so I don't really know if I want to be dressed up like Johny Depp in that movie about the carnival ride. I guess we could be naked pirates, but then how would you really know we were pirates. We'd just be naked dudes walking around shouting, "ARRRRRR" all the time. May be if we still wore eye patches that would be sufficient.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
so not double rainbow.
So last night I had a dream about "The Golden Girls." Which has to be the lamest dream I could ever have. It does slightly concern me that in my wildest fantasies the best I can come up with is playing Scrabble and hanging out with Bea Arthur and Betty White. For real...this is what my brain comes up with to process the days events? God damn...even my dream life is getting pathetic? At least it could of thrown some nudity in there...something to say I'm still alive. When I was little I used to have the craziest dreams, so much that I actually loved going to bed. Most nights were like watching the greatest movie I ever saw. Some were exhilarating, like the one where I could float. I just ran around the mall jumping and floating for hundreds of feet, I felt so free. Some were happy. I remember I had one where all my family got together for a reunion and we just played games outside and ate hamburgers. My favorites though were my "nightmares." They were so scary and real. Every moment I not only saw but felt. I'd wake up with my heart racing, in a pool of so much sweat that I had to change my sheets, and I never felt so alive! I just loved that feeling of being scared and having to run away or fight my way out. In one all I had was a comb in my back pocket which I naturally used to cut the heads off zombies as they attacked me from all angles. Meanwhile I was waiting for my step sister's ex boyfriend to come pick me up but he was only going as fast as playing Janet Jackson in the tape deck would allow. I guess it's why to this day I love watching movies.
Now though...I dream of The Golden Girls. We sit around and talk about things I don't remember. My dreams are so boring that in my dreams I fall asleep. Don't get me wrong, The Golden Girls is a perfectly acceptable television program. But it is not the dream of a virile semi-young man. It's like a part of my brain has been neutralized. Pretty soon I'm going to start dreaming in sepia tone. May be even have a dream where I'm just waiting in line.
I used to have dreams where I could control them. I'd have dreams where I'd be in a place like my old house in Linden Grove. I knew I was dreaming but I could still just walk around and look at things. Everything would be there and seem so real. I would remember the most minute detail of a room and I could even open drawers and see inside, exactly as it was when I lived there.
Now I dream and the most exciting thing my subconscious can come up with is what color scarf Dorothy is wearing (dark purple).
Now though...I dream of The Golden Girls. We sit around and talk about things I don't remember. My dreams are so boring that in my dreams I fall asleep. Don't get me wrong, The Golden Girls is a perfectly acceptable television program. But it is not the dream of a virile semi-young man. It's like a part of my brain has been neutralized. Pretty soon I'm going to start dreaming in sepia tone. May be even have a dream where I'm just waiting in line.
I used to have dreams where I could control them. I'd have dreams where I'd be in a place like my old house in Linden Grove. I knew I was dreaming but I could still just walk around and look at things. Everything would be there and seem so real. I would remember the most minute detail of a room and I could even open drawers and see inside, exactly as it was when I lived there.
Now I dream and the most exciting thing my subconscious can come up with is what color scarf Dorothy is wearing (dark purple).
Thursday, July 8, 2010
blah blah blog
So I found a new past time. Lately I've just been going out and driving in rush hour. It really quenches that human interaction I crave. There's a lot of fun to be had during rush hour. You drive 85 mph down the free way and then suddenly slam on your brakes and then sit in the worlds longets parking lot for a few hours. I work from home so I haven't been able to do the thing I love for quite some time. Yesterday me and the lady next to me got in a waving match. It was good. At first she was winning but then I busted out the sly head nod as I held up two fingers and we both knew the game was over. I also got in a honking match with the man behind me. I guess he thought my trailblazer was equipped with the monster truck button and that I could just drive over everyone in front of me. What he didn't know was that I opted for the moon roof instead. Anyway he kept honking and it occured to me that he might be on to something. I might not be able to go anywhere and neither can the 57 thousand cares in front of me, but if I pass on the honk, and the man in front passes on my honk, eventually it will get to the jackass that's holding up the line! At least my airconditioning isn't fixed yet so I got to sweat out a lot of toxins I probably ate from non organic meat. Also I got to keep my windows down and when I pulled up to a car filled with cholos and had a rattling trunk, I turned up my music as loud as i could and we had a moment where we shared rap music. Unfortunately next in my playlist was Frank Sinatra's "Boys night out." So I looked at the guy and was all, "Old Blue Eyes BOYeeeeeeee!"
gosh it was fun...i hope I do it again today.
gosh it was fun...i hope I do it again today.
My story i wrote in 7th grade
So I wrote this story in 7th grade. I thought I'd publish it on here so I remember I have it and I don't lose it on my computer. It's not really worth reading and I'm not going to take the time to fix the formatting errors that occur when you copy something from word to this blog software. Read if you're bored...but remember I was in 7th grade which means I was worse than I am now...which means I was pretty bad.
Derek Amundson
Gretel and Hansel
Hello, and welcome to my story. I don’t usually tell a lot of stories but this is one I thought I should share. You’re probably not going to believe a word of it. You’ll just go on with your day thinking it’s just a story. I assure you though…it’s all too true.
This story is about a brother and sister who cared for each other very much, they were twins after all. The siblings were named Hansel and Gretel, after their parent’s favorite bedtime story. Surprisingly, the two twins weren’t teased about their names as often as you would think, probably due to the fact that they were immensely popular and beautiful. Both had striking blonde hair and deep, kind blue eyes. Such beauty usually leads to jealousy, but they were kind and quick to laugh, making it hard not to like Hansel and Gretel.
Hansel and Gretel’s lives were nothing like the fairy tale. They had a loving mother who would do anything for them. She was the kind of mother that went the extra mile. She’d make their eggs and bacon into smiley faces or the pancakes in the shapes of hearts. She prepared separate lunches for them each day; PBJ for Gretel, and Ham and Cheese for Hansel. She kissed them goodnight each night and woke them up each morning with a smile and a hug.
Their father was also close to Hansel and Gretel. He taught them to fish and to play ball. He’d help with their homework, when he could, and loved to play board games to relax. When he was away on business he’d call each night just to check in and when he returned he always had some little gift.
Also living with Hansel and Gretel was their grandfather. To Hansel and Gretel, Grandpa as very old. Since they could remember he had been telling them the same stories. As they grew older they stopped listening to the stories and thinking he was just senile, but that didn’t stop Grandpa from telling them. Every story was a little different, but most had to do with the same thing, the aptly named Trepidation Forest. Little did they know that he was not telling fictitious stories, but lessons in reality.
Yes, all was well in their lives. They were doing well in school, had many friends, and enjoyed each day they were alive. Until one day when they came home from school to find that Grandpa had passed away. Gretel was actually the one to find him. He was sitting in his favorite chair looking out the window into the forest. Life had faded from his body leaving his skin devoid of color and cold. His eyes were wide open, and his jaw slightly dropped, making it look as if he was surprised to be dead.
Hansel and Gretel were told that Grandpa had died of a heart attack. The doctor told
Hansel and Gretel that sometimes old people get heart attacks even if they are still in
good shape. Hansel and Gretel mourned for many weeks with that last image of him stuck in their brains. Life would have to go on though, and mother and father did the best they could to help them cope.
A month would go by, and Gretel would have to do a genealogy project for
school. She became highly engrossed in her grandfather’s life and decided that it would be a good idea to search the old newspapers in the town library to find stories about when he was a child. While searching through an old paper she found one with the headline “Child lost in Trepidation Forest.”
Gretel’s chest seized slightly at this seemingly innocuous headline. Maybe Grandpa wasn’t just telling stories all these years? Gretel scanned the archives for anything she could find that seemed to relate to the stories Grandpa used to tell, but the more she tried to think about the stories, the less she could remember. Finally she made copies of each and then rushed home to show Hansel what she had found.
It was amazing what they had uncovered. It seemed that every few years children were lured into the forest and never seen again. What was strange was that neither the paper, nor the towns people seemed to find this all that alarming. There was no pattern to the childrens disappearances but each story was similar. Children who were well equipped to find their way out of the forest seemed to go in and die. Sometimes their bodies were found, sometimes they were not. What was even stranger was that the forest itself was not that large. If you were to walk for 2 hours in either direction you would get to a well traveled road that would bring you back to town. Grandpa used to say that the forest was alive, maybe he wasn’t that far off? He told stories of how the forrest tugged at your mind and tricked you into staying a lifetime.
Hansel, the slightly older of the two siblings, felt that it was still nonsense. He felt that it was just a coincidence that a few children had been lost in the forest, but he could sense that Gretel was becoming deathly afraid of the forest. It was time for bed he declared and he shut off the lamp hoping that the next morning Gretel would be past all this.
But Gretel could not sleep so she sat in the Grandpa’s chair. She could still smell
Grandpa in that chair and while this creeped her out slightly, the smell also relaxed her a little, and she started staring out of the window thinking of the last thing he saw.
The moon was full on this brisk November night. All the leaves had fallen off of
the trees, making Trepidation Forest more intimidating than usual. The forest looked extremely black, even in the bright moonlight. Suddenly Gretel noticed a small light in the distance, that light got brighter and brighter until the entire forest was glowing. It was so bright that it was hurting her eyes but she was hypnotized and unable to look away. She stared directly at the extremely bright light. Then the picture window
exploded in fury. Glass flew everywhere and covered Gretel, giving her multiple cuts and scrapes. Then Gretel woke up with a scream.
Hansel came rushing down the stairs to his sister’s aid. Gretel was trembling with
fear. Her heart was beating at an incredible pace, her eyes wide open, her jaw dropped. She was extremely scared. Hansel tried to tell her that it was all just a dream. Gretel was in total shock. It was all so real to her, the bright light, the shattering window…did she see figures? Yet there the window was, still in place without a crack in it. It was just a dream.
Hansel then took Gretel up to her room, and he stayed with her until she had fallen
asleep. He would not sleep that night. He stayed up thinking of Gretel. How scared she had looked. He thought to himself, how real it must have seemed to her. He decided that something had to be done about Gretel. She was going to go insane. Obviously the combination of Grandpa dying and his stories were getting to Gretel. Gretel meanwhile was thinking the same exact thing. Then she had the greatest idea she ever had! Why don’t they spend the night in the forest?! How had she not thought of this sooner?
The next morning Gretel brought up the idea to her brother, and Hansel was reluctant but finally agreed. They talked about how strange it was that all these years they lived in a house with a forest in their backyard, yet not once could they ever remember going into it and exploring. So they agreed that night they would go into the forest and spend the night. Not far from the house, but just far enough so that they could get over the silliness of being scared.
Mom packed them each a camper’s backpack. Between them, there was a tent and blankets, food and water for 3 days, flashlights, flares, a hatchet to cut wood, even a first aid kit in case they got hurt. They strapped on the backpacks and walked to the forest edge. What an intimidating forest it was. No wonder Grandpa was so scared of it.
Walking into the forest was different than they expected. It was quiet. There wasn’t any grass or even shrubs, just tree trunks. With each step it seemed that the fog became thicker. It wasn’t long until they couldn’t see the lights from the city anymore. Slightly scared but unwilling to admit it, they both had the same idea of setting up camp.
Hansel started to put up the tent, and while he was doing that, Gretel searched the forest for kindling. Soon Gretel came running back to Hansel, telling him to quickly follow her. The distress in her voice told Hansel something was wrong. Hansel stopped putting up the tent, which they would not need that night, and ran
after his sister. His sister brought him over to a tree house. Hansel never looked up though, what Hansel was concerned with was the children yelling off in the distance.
Hansel grabbed Gretel and ran following the trail dragging Gretel behind him.
She was barely able to keep pace and the more she shouted the less Hansel seemed to understand. After what seemed like an hour but was only a minute Gretel tripped taking down Hansel with her.
They both sat motionless for a second, catching their breath. Finally Gretel went into hysterics yelling at Hansel. Why was he running? Where were they? Hansel did not understand. He was more concerned with the children he heard yelling. Were they ok? What if someone was hurting them? He could help, he was 14 after all! They argued but neither was able to really understand the other. Unable to hear the children, Hansel agreed with Gretel to go back home and he would tell his parents what he heard. Gretel looked around and started to cry. She had no idea where they were and she knew Hansel did not know how to get back. Hansel just looked at her, as if nothing was wrong, and calmly said, “We’ll just follow the path back to camp.”
All she could say was, “What path?” He started to walk away and Gretel followed behind him. She kept asking him questions but Hansel just ignored her. With each step Gretel became more scared for Hansel. He didn’t seem himself. He was blank and emotionless. They walked for miles until suddenly Hansel stopped and Gretel ran right into him. He just stood there looking amazed and Gretel followed his gaze but saw nothing but trees and fog.
Hansel asked, “Isn’t it amazing?” Gretel looked around, seeing nothing but trees and fog. Hansel couldn’t understand how his sister could be so stupid. How could she not see the wonder of the forest? They had been after all following a trail of bread crumbs! Just like the story! But it didn’t lead them home, it brought them to a giant house made of candy! Just like the story! How could she be so stupid! Someone had done something wonderful in this forest!
He stood there staring at the Gingerbread house and he asked his sister one last time, “Isn’t it amazing?” Gretel meanwhile stood behind him…crying. She knew what had happened. The forest had taken over her brother. Everything grandpa had said was true. There was really only one thing she could do. She took the hatchet from the back of Hansel’s backpack…and struck him in the head.
The next morning Hansel and Gretel were found at their camp 300 yards from their house. Both were in their sleeping bags, Gretel fast asleep, Hansel dead with a hatchet sticking out of his forehead.
Gretel would spend the rest of her life in facility where she spend most days in a padded room. She would tell her story each year to his mother, trying to explain to her that she was not crazy and that it all really happened. Her mother would just look at her with pain and love in her eyes.
Gretel had a lot of time to think to herself. She could not understand why her
own mother would not believe her story. It all made complete sense. Hansel had gone crazy and Gretel had to kill him. Obviously the forest brought them back to camp and that was where they were found. As Gretel looked out the window of her cell she could see parts of Trepidation Forest and really only one explanation for her mother’s lack of understand came to mind…she too was infected by the forest...Gretel was going to have to save her too.
The End
Derek Amundson
Gretel and Hansel
Hello, and welcome to my story. I don’t usually tell a lot of stories but this is one I thought I should share. You’re probably not going to believe a word of it. You’ll just go on with your day thinking it’s just a story. I assure you though…it’s all too true.
This story is about a brother and sister who cared for each other very much, they were twins after all. The siblings were named Hansel and Gretel, after their parent’s favorite bedtime story. Surprisingly, the two twins weren’t teased about their names as often as you would think, probably due to the fact that they were immensely popular and beautiful. Both had striking blonde hair and deep, kind blue eyes. Such beauty usually leads to jealousy, but they were kind and quick to laugh, making it hard not to like Hansel and Gretel.
Hansel and Gretel’s lives were nothing like the fairy tale. They had a loving mother who would do anything for them. She was the kind of mother that went the extra mile. She’d make their eggs and bacon into smiley faces or the pancakes in the shapes of hearts. She prepared separate lunches for them each day; PBJ for Gretel, and Ham and Cheese for Hansel. She kissed them goodnight each night and woke them up each morning with a smile and a hug.
Their father was also close to Hansel and Gretel. He taught them to fish and to play ball. He’d help with their homework, when he could, and loved to play board games to relax. When he was away on business he’d call each night just to check in and when he returned he always had some little gift.
Also living with Hansel and Gretel was their grandfather. To Hansel and Gretel, Grandpa as very old. Since they could remember he had been telling them the same stories. As they grew older they stopped listening to the stories and thinking he was just senile, but that didn’t stop Grandpa from telling them. Every story was a little different, but most had to do with the same thing, the aptly named Trepidation Forest. Little did they know that he was not telling fictitious stories, but lessons in reality.
Yes, all was well in their lives. They were doing well in school, had many friends, and enjoyed each day they were alive. Until one day when they came home from school to find that Grandpa had passed away. Gretel was actually the one to find him. He was sitting in his favorite chair looking out the window into the forest. Life had faded from his body leaving his skin devoid of color and cold. His eyes were wide open, and his jaw slightly dropped, making it look as if he was surprised to be dead.
Hansel and Gretel were told that Grandpa had died of a heart attack. The doctor told
Hansel and Gretel that sometimes old people get heart attacks even if they are still in
good shape. Hansel and Gretel mourned for many weeks with that last image of him stuck in their brains. Life would have to go on though, and mother and father did the best they could to help them cope.
A month would go by, and Gretel would have to do a genealogy project for
school. She became highly engrossed in her grandfather’s life and decided that it would be a good idea to search the old newspapers in the town library to find stories about when he was a child. While searching through an old paper she found one with the headline “Child lost in Trepidation Forest.”
Gretel’s chest seized slightly at this seemingly innocuous headline. Maybe Grandpa wasn’t just telling stories all these years? Gretel scanned the archives for anything she could find that seemed to relate to the stories Grandpa used to tell, but the more she tried to think about the stories, the less she could remember. Finally she made copies of each and then rushed home to show Hansel what she had found.
It was amazing what they had uncovered. It seemed that every few years children were lured into the forest and never seen again. What was strange was that neither the paper, nor the towns people seemed to find this all that alarming. There was no pattern to the childrens disappearances but each story was similar. Children who were well equipped to find their way out of the forest seemed to go in and die. Sometimes their bodies were found, sometimes they were not. What was even stranger was that the forest itself was not that large. If you were to walk for 2 hours in either direction you would get to a well traveled road that would bring you back to town. Grandpa used to say that the forest was alive, maybe he wasn’t that far off? He told stories of how the forrest tugged at your mind and tricked you into staying a lifetime.
Hansel, the slightly older of the two siblings, felt that it was still nonsense. He felt that it was just a coincidence that a few children had been lost in the forest, but he could sense that Gretel was becoming deathly afraid of the forest. It was time for bed he declared and he shut off the lamp hoping that the next morning Gretel would be past all this.
But Gretel could not sleep so she sat in the Grandpa’s chair. She could still smell
Grandpa in that chair and while this creeped her out slightly, the smell also relaxed her a little, and she started staring out of the window thinking of the last thing he saw.
The moon was full on this brisk November night. All the leaves had fallen off of
the trees, making Trepidation Forest more intimidating than usual. The forest looked extremely black, even in the bright moonlight. Suddenly Gretel noticed a small light in the distance, that light got brighter and brighter until the entire forest was glowing. It was so bright that it was hurting her eyes but she was hypnotized and unable to look away. She stared directly at the extremely bright light. Then the picture window
exploded in fury. Glass flew everywhere and covered Gretel, giving her multiple cuts and scrapes. Then Gretel woke up with a scream.
Hansel came rushing down the stairs to his sister’s aid. Gretel was trembling with
fear. Her heart was beating at an incredible pace, her eyes wide open, her jaw dropped. She was extremely scared. Hansel tried to tell her that it was all just a dream. Gretel was in total shock. It was all so real to her, the bright light, the shattering window…did she see figures? Yet there the window was, still in place without a crack in it. It was just a dream.
Hansel then took Gretel up to her room, and he stayed with her until she had fallen
asleep. He would not sleep that night. He stayed up thinking of Gretel. How scared she had looked. He thought to himself, how real it must have seemed to her. He decided that something had to be done about Gretel. She was going to go insane. Obviously the combination of Grandpa dying and his stories were getting to Gretel. Gretel meanwhile was thinking the same exact thing. Then she had the greatest idea she ever had! Why don’t they spend the night in the forest?! How had she not thought of this sooner?
The next morning Gretel brought up the idea to her brother, and Hansel was reluctant but finally agreed. They talked about how strange it was that all these years they lived in a house with a forest in their backyard, yet not once could they ever remember going into it and exploring. So they agreed that night they would go into the forest and spend the night. Not far from the house, but just far enough so that they could get over the silliness of being scared.
Mom packed them each a camper’s backpack. Between them, there was a tent and blankets, food and water for 3 days, flashlights, flares, a hatchet to cut wood, even a first aid kit in case they got hurt. They strapped on the backpacks and walked to the forest edge. What an intimidating forest it was. No wonder Grandpa was so scared of it.
Walking into the forest was different than they expected. It was quiet. There wasn’t any grass or even shrubs, just tree trunks. With each step it seemed that the fog became thicker. It wasn’t long until they couldn’t see the lights from the city anymore. Slightly scared but unwilling to admit it, they both had the same idea of setting up camp.
Hansel started to put up the tent, and while he was doing that, Gretel searched the forest for kindling. Soon Gretel came running back to Hansel, telling him to quickly follow her. The distress in her voice told Hansel something was wrong. Hansel stopped putting up the tent, which they would not need that night, and ran
after his sister. His sister brought him over to a tree house. Hansel never looked up though, what Hansel was concerned with was the children yelling off in the distance.
Hansel grabbed Gretel and ran following the trail dragging Gretel behind him.
She was barely able to keep pace and the more she shouted the less Hansel seemed to understand. After what seemed like an hour but was only a minute Gretel tripped taking down Hansel with her.
They both sat motionless for a second, catching their breath. Finally Gretel went into hysterics yelling at Hansel. Why was he running? Where were they? Hansel did not understand. He was more concerned with the children he heard yelling. Were they ok? What if someone was hurting them? He could help, he was 14 after all! They argued but neither was able to really understand the other. Unable to hear the children, Hansel agreed with Gretel to go back home and he would tell his parents what he heard. Gretel looked around and started to cry. She had no idea where they were and she knew Hansel did not know how to get back. Hansel just looked at her, as if nothing was wrong, and calmly said, “We’ll just follow the path back to camp.”
All she could say was, “What path?” He started to walk away and Gretel followed behind him. She kept asking him questions but Hansel just ignored her. With each step Gretel became more scared for Hansel. He didn’t seem himself. He was blank and emotionless. They walked for miles until suddenly Hansel stopped and Gretel ran right into him. He just stood there looking amazed and Gretel followed his gaze but saw nothing but trees and fog.
Hansel asked, “Isn’t it amazing?” Gretel looked around, seeing nothing but trees and fog. Hansel couldn’t understand how his sister could be so stupid. How could she not see the wonder of the forest? They had been after all following a trail of bread crumbs! Just like the story! But it didn’t lead them home, it brought them to a giant house made of candy! Just like the story! How could she be so stupid! Someone had done something wonderful in this forest!
He stood there staring at the Gingerbread house and he asked his sister one last time, “Isn’t it amazing?” Gretel meanwhile stood behind him…crying. She knew what had happened. The forest had taken over her brother. Everything grandpa had said was true. There was really only one thing she could do. She took the hatchet from the back of Hansel’s backpack…and struck him in the head.
The next morning Hansel and Gretel were found at their camp 300 yards from their house. Both were in their sleeping bags, Gretel fast asleep, Hansel dead with a hatchet sticking out of his forehead.
Gretel would spend the rest of her life in facility where she spend most days in a padded room. She would tell her story each year to his mother, trying to explain to her that she was not crazy and that it all really happened. Her mother would just look at her with pain and love in her eyes.
Gretel had a lot of time to think to herself. She could not understand why her
own mother would not believe her story. It all made complete sense. Hansel had gone crazy and Gretel had to kill him. Obviously the forest brought them back to camp and that was where they were found. As Gretel looked out the window of her cell she could see parts of Trepidation Forest and really only one explanation for her mother’s lack of understand came to mind…she too was infected by the forest...Gretel was going to have to save her too.
The End
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