My Childerns Story

My Childrens Story



VERY ROUGH draft...

There was once a colony of animals that lived in the country. They lived far from the rest of the world, tucked away in a valley between two tall mountains. The mountains stood tall, and at the top, snow covered the peaks in icy drifts, covering everything in a bright white blanket. In the spring, the snows melted, sending torrents of water down the mountain side, filling the valleys rivers and creeks. During the summer, the fields expanded into lush green paradises of flowers and meadows of tall grass. In the fall, orchard trees that grew along the sides of the mountains sagged under the weight of fresh fruit. The fields grew into golden crisscrossing grids of grain, and the flowers upon the berry bushes blossomed into juicy fruit. However, when the winter wind blew down from the mountains, and the high peaks turned white with ice and snow, the river froze into a frosty snake and the valley grew gray and bare and alone.

The animals that lived between the mountains loved their home. Most lived in the fields during summer, sleeping under the starry sky. In the cold winters however, generations before them had tunneled deep inside the mountains, building halls and round corridors with rooms and burrows for families to share and sleep in. During the day, the animals would gather in the grand room, which was a large open cavern and kitchen with a large fireplace to heat the cavernous halls and a wide open flagstone floor for eating.



A Rough Plot: Kids some how turn into there favorite animals in dream (not really sure yet). So, they now live in these mountains where they gather there own food and work as a team to survive in nature. During the winters, they have always been prepared by stocking small amounts of food, and rationing them for the long cold days. In the story, this mammoth winter is coming and they have to fortify there home and stock up on food. They work together to rebuild and excavate their tunnels under the mountains and jack up there food supply. The winter comes and they are prepared. The spring comes, and somehow they return back to themselves and return home.

The Night

The air is cool and still. The night sky turns a deep violet hue as the blood red sun drops behind the dark sloping mountains across the valley. A silver mist descends upon the valley's lush green meadow as darkness creeps across the winter sky, enclosing the night in an icy grip. The thick grassy fields froth and sway below, undulating in sweeping currents, as breaths of winter wind sweep between the high frosty mountains. Across the mountain peaks, the moon gently rises above the ridges, casting dark shadows of the treetops down across the valley. Pictures and shapes of shadow dance and flitter across the grassy fields like a fast forwarded shadow puppet show. The moon continues its sweeping arc above the fertile earth, illuminating the valley below, bathing it in a soft shinning pearly glow. The night has arrived, and the world is at peace.