Seriously seems to be some clairvoyance going on, right? Maybe find a happy middle ground between oyster-searing hot and blistering cold, then I could toss some congratulations your way or something.
I wouldn’t call her laugh funny so much as annoying, but whatever, it’s what it is. It’s better than no jokes and no laughing, anyway. I told her you said hi and she said that you sound cool, too. Like I said before, it’s us against anything, so be happy it’s not us against you. Just kidding, that was a joke.
Do you like cooked fish or raw? Because the sushi here can’t be beat and you’re a true D4 schooler if you go for it fresh from the sea instead of being all like “is it pan-seared and perfectly seasoned?” Most of us eat both every now and then but there are a lot of people outside this District that are like squeamish little kids about the sushi.
I don’t know how many actually crazy people you know, but the problem with crazy stories is that you don’t know what to really believe. There’s big fish stories, then there’s WHALE stories, you know? (Or elephant koi stories, haha.)
I looked at your pictures and drawings that you sent and came up with the craziest story I can think of. I hope you like it. I hung your art up so that Mura can see it too.
-Mollusc
P.S. Anna’s victory helped a lot. Fishing’s great and so are fish, but eating them every day can get a little boring sometimes. Now we’ve got fluffy loaves of bread and green leafy vegetables and fruit, too, and it’s awesome.
[Included is a handwritten page titled “My Story.”]
Once there was a sea witch who spent years trying to turn herself into a magnificent bird. She hated real birds because they had what she wanted most, and she threw rocks at seagulls because even if they looked shabbier than she did, they could soar in the sky and understand each other’s calls.
So she took away other people’s voices so they couldn’t say she wasn’t a real bird, and she made friends with the Offworld animals that also couldn’t say she wasn’t a real bird. They were freaks of nature, the caterbears and snakewinders, but they were freaks together and no one told the truth about it, so it was OK.
Then one day the most honest birds in the world, crows, came to visit her. They said “look! It’s a witch! Look at the witch!” and even though the caterbear and the snakewinder tried to attack them, they were a flock and they could scatter when they needed to. The witch sobbed and shouted but they were louder
And I can’t think of an ending. I didn’t really write before we started trading off letters. Maybe you can help me finish it.
Aang D4
Seriously seems to be some clairvoyance going on, right? Maybe find a happy middle ground between oyster-searing hot and blistering cold, then I could toss some congratulations your way or something.
I wouldn’t call her laugh funny so much as annoying, but whatever, it’s what it is. It’s better than no jokes and no laughing, anyway. I told her you said hi and she said that you sound cool, too. Like I said before, it’s us against anything, so be happy it’s not us against you. Just kidding, that was a joke.
Do you like cooked fish or raw? Because the sushi here can’t be beat and you’re a true D4 schooler if you go for it fresh from the sea instead of being all like “is it pan-seared and perfectly seasoned?” Most of us eat both every now and then but there are a lot of people outside this District that are like squeamish little kids about the sushi.
I don’t know how many actually crazy people you know, but the problem with crazy stories is that you don’t know what to really believe. There’s big fish stories, then there’s WHALE stories, you know? (Or elephant koi stories, haha.)
I looked at your pictures and drawings that you sent and came up with the craziest story I can think of. I hope you like it. I hung your art up so that Mura can see it too.
-Mollusc
P.S. Anna’s victory helped a lot. Fishing’s great and so are fish, but eating them every day can get a little boring sometimes. Now we’ve got fluffy loaves of bread and green leafy vegetables and fruit, too, and it’s awesome.
[Included is a handwritten page titled “My Story.”]
Once there was a sea witch who spent years trying to turn herself into a magnificent bird. She hated real birds because they had what she wanted most, and she threw rocks at seagulls because even if they looked shabbier than she did, they could soar in the sky and understand each other’s calls.
So she took away other people’s voices so they couldn’t say she wasn’t a real bird, and she made friends with the Offworld animals that also couldn’t say she wasn’t a real bird. They were freaks of nature, the caterbears and snakewinders, but they were freaks together and no one told the truth about it, so it was OK.
Then one day the most honest birds in the world, crows, came to visit her. They said “look! It’s a witch! Look at the witch!” and even though the caterbear and the snakewinder tried to attack them, they were a flock and they could scatter when they needed to. The witch sobbed and shouted but they were louder
And I can’t think of an ending. I didn’t really write before we started trading off letters. Maybe you can help me finish it.