Arrows BreakThe bow.And the arrow.So graceful,Kind of like the violinI play in class.Two parts make them a whole.Kind of like my friendship.Me and Her.You can't have just oneTo function correctly.I wish She would realize thatWhen considering I haven't seen HerIn weeks.When She takes her bowAnd Her arrowsTo Her sports competitionsEvery weekendInstead of visiting with me.I used to like the bow and arrow.Legolas used one,And he was brilliant.I haven't seen Her in weeks.Months.Now I favor the sword.The bow is important.Take care of it,It's the most important part.But not too much.Because you might hog care andAttentionFrom the arrows.You know what happens if you don'tTake care ofArrows?Arrows break.
Papa Bear's HugThe Little MouseThe little, tiny, quiet mouseCould not believe her little eyes.Big Papa Bear was back.He had helped all the forest animals when they neededHis comfort and support.He had said another forestFarFarAwayHad needed him.He had leftA long while ago.But yet he was back."Just for a quick visit.So, who's going toWelcome meBack?"Little MouseImmediatelyWithout hesitationRan up toBig Papa BearAnd Hugged him.She felt biggerWhen in contact with his fur.Big Papa Bear held herIn his pawAnd smiled."Not soSmallNow are we?"He whisperedIn her little mouse ear.Little Mouse feltBiggerWhen in Big Papa Bear'sBig arms.She blinked.She stretched.Little Mouse was in bed.It was allJust a simple dream.Big Papa BearWas still in thatOther forestFarFarAway.Little MouseFelt smaller than usual.
Meeting Simon On the outskirts of town, I saw someone new cross the border. He had no spring in his step, unlike the normal citizens, who always seemed upbeat. He was trying to look normal, but I could tell by the look on his face that he was very nervous. His clothes were torn and dirty, just like his black hair, which had poorly cut bangs that were hanging over his eyes. He carried a large piece of bamboo with him, which he intensely gripped, as if it was important to him. At the time, I was very confused. Why was all he had a simple piece of wood? And why was he so nervous? The capital city was the safest place in the nation, or so I was always told. Who was this kid? I couldn't help but like him, though. His clothes were so ragged, like mine. Maybe he was like me, a simple kid who traveled around in search of food. He walked past me and said nothing as he examined his surroundings. Noticing a store that a lot of people were entering and exi