The Lost Narhwal
There was once a narwhal who traveled with his other narwhals. He was just a normal narhwal, until he decided to look at where a river went. This narwhal, named Geóff, went up the Narwhal river, formarily known as the Norix river. Geóff came upon a flooded stream. Geóff climbed up the stream and came into Princeton, the capital city of Asbel.
There he created himself a job of being a history teacher. He met a kherpi creature, named Ms. Four. She had an insect -like demeanor. She had long, fuzzy antennae and compound eyes. She smiled sweetly at her friend, her arms twitching slightly; they were similar to the legs of a spider. Her head-legs moved as she spoke.
"There is a wonderful place called the Fleud, just down this stream," she told him.
"What's the Fleud?"
"Well, there's this cute girl there that you would LOVE," she told him, her tiny wings fluttering on her back.
"Hmm...." he hummed thoughtfully.
"You should go," she said, then she waved and went on her way. She was also a prestigous history teacher, and he'd seen her in many of those history teacher get togethers. He swam further down the stream and then he saw her. She had long brown hair and amazingly blue eyes. Geóff's heart thundered aginst his rib cage. She was beautiful. Ms. Four was right. He did love this beautiful woman. His heart sang when she looked at him. Then he felt bashful, and dispelled himself into the stream, hiding from her beauty.
There he created himself a job of being a history teacher. He met a kherpi creature, named Ms. Four. She had an insect -like demeanor. She had long, fuzzy antennae and compound eyes. She smiled sweetly at her friend, her arms twitching slightly; they were similar to the legs of a spider. Her head-legs moved as she spoke.
"There is a wonderful place called the Fleud, just down this stream," she told him.
"What's the Fleud?"
"Well, there's this cute girl there that you would LOVE," she told him, her tiny wings fluttering on her back.
"Hmm...." he hummed thoughtfully.
"You should go," she said, then she waved and went on her way. She was also a prestigous history teacher, and he'd seen her in many of those history teacher get togethers. He swam further down the stream and then he saw her. She had long brown hair and amazingly blue eyes. Geóff's heart thundered aginst his rib cage. She was beautiful. Ms. Four was right. He did love this beautiful woman. His heart sang when she looked at him. Then he felt bashful, and dispelled himself into the stream, hiding from her beauty.