tuesday

She swung from vine to vine, each looking more like a snake than the last, until she fell to the soft ground coated with grass.

She sprung up as abruptly as she fell and started sprinting like a pack of wolves were after her. Run, run, run, run, she ran over the small hills, under big branches of drooping trees and stepped on round pebbles that lined the stream she faced.

She ran into the stream and didn't stop running eventhough the stream was filled with slimy seaweeds and fishes all around. She ran and ran and the water splashed all around her, and the pink flamingos nearby flew away from her.

As she reached the other side, she climbed one of the biggest rock formations you can ever imagine. The jagged edges threaten to tear her skin but she held on tight and climbed up the monstrosity of a rock.

She pulled herself higher and higher up the rock formation until she reached a small cave, no higher than three feet and only two feet wide. She struggeld to go in the cave and pulled herself through all that muck and moss.

Muck and moss, muck and moss, dead insects, muck and more moss.

After what seemed like an hour of crawling in the dark, muck and yes, moss, she finally reached the opening. Light was filling her eyes, bit by bit and she was soon on the other end of the rock formation.

Her eyes searched the clearing in front of her with razor-sharpness and soon found the old oak tree.

She climbed the tree as swift as a bear could and had to search the whole circumference of the huge tree for a hole.

She finally found it, and there was her secret stash of...






chocolate.












You know, if only we had the strength and the enthusiasm to run the race for God, then wow.