Have you ever tried teaching a squirrel to play chess? It's a long story involving a very confused raccoon.
Somewhere beneath the beckoning willow, a forgotten battle of wits was taking place. Our hero—armed with nothing but his trusty umbrella—was attempting to cook spaghetti while blindfolded. All he managed was an accidental pasta pendant.
The whispers of the trees carried tales of a mighty warrior who once tried to milk a cloud, believing it to be an innocent-looking cow. He succeeded, only to find himself drenched in an unfortunate downpour, and thus, the rain was invented.
Somewhere nearby, a young pine whispered secrets of the time a gecko ran for mayor. They say he won the election on a platform of 'More Sun and Fewer Lights!' which was met with both cheers and confused nods from the local insects.
And so, I wander beneath the shifting green, where whispers become murmurs and squirrels become philosophers. If you happen upon a particularly chatty acorn, do tell it about the mayoral campaign; I suspect it would just chuckle madly.
Echoes in the Lake | Temple Tales