Hounds
Small wonders have been falling from the sky. They feel like rain, but I have not gotten wet. Friends, what could this possibly be?
It appears that a small gnome has crept into the train station across the street. I saw his beady little eyes streaming violet. I rolled back into my bed tucked away, and he, like many others, called with night's voice.
Please do not be afraid of this gnome. He means no harm. He came all the way from Arostna to present me small shoes that only fit if I were to shrink. So here I am, wondering if the shoes change the weather.
Later that night while writing in my journal, my desk too a bite out of my fingers. It chewed away and left but a bone. I picked up the bone and realized that it was full of coal... I began writing my memoires with my index finger.
It appears that a small gnome has crept into the train station across the street. I saw his beady little eyes streaming violet. I rolled back into my bed tucked away, and he, like many others, called with night's voice.
Please do not be afraid of this gnome. He means no harm. He came all the way from Arostna to present me small shoes that only fit if I were to shrink. So here I am, wondering if the shoes change the weather.
Later that night while writing in my journal, my desk too a bite out of my fingers. It chewed away and left but a bone. I picked up the bone and realized that it was full of coal... I began writing my memoires with my index finger.