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I've had yet another inspiration, and am willing to torture you with little hints that will get you nowhere... BWHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Okay, okay, I'll give you a few hints, but that's it. WHY do you keep on nagging me?? Fine, okay, I'll tell you what I am going to do, just stop boring holes into me! THANK YOU!! *wipes brow of perspiration* I have decided that I may possibly be able to make up a second book for Truth Seeker, now that I am revising the whole lot of it again. If this evil plan of mine, er, *cough, cough* wonderful plan of mine will work out, the whole ending for the first book that I had in mind will be changed drastically from the old happily-ever-after ending to - oh no, I'm not telling. Nope. Ha! MY secret. MINE. Miiiinnee. My precious....On Monday, the beginning of this week, my brothers and I were able to explore a pastureland my dad's friend just recently bought, since of course it was a holiday and we had nothing else better to do. So with his family and us (not including my mom, who apparently bailed out at the last minute of some minor emergency), we drove out onto his property stock full of sandwiches, snacks and drinks for the lunch hour. The children had a small platform built in the boughs of a huge sagging tree (no, it wasn't weeping, at least to me it didn't seem like it), but I definitely did not feel safe on those wobbly boards. For half the day we kicked the soccer ball around, playing different games we either made up or heard of, and I was often stuck with the younger kiddies who didn't think the other games were fun. I choose to, actually. I have no idea why, though maybe because most were unfair games for children who were smaller than my teenage brothers. More like less than half the size, I should say.
For most of the afternoon we tromped through the field, with me usually far ahead on my own, pondering things to myself and enjoying the quiet and beauty of nature as to which I could not if my brothers were about. Soon the group lost track of both dads, and so I ran with a burst of energy to find them. Now let me inform you this field was about 40 acres of bumpy land, entrenched in holes which were the homes of many animals, and simply covered in thick, dry underbrush and sharp rocks. Easy-going, don't you think? But I LOVED it. It had been so long since I last ran in a large, open area, that I literally jumped over every obstacle in my path with fresh energy. I found the two men not long after, with my checks bright pink from the exercise. They had wondered off into the neighbor's field, studying the borderline on the side of a low hill where no fence had been put up yet. And so I ran back down the hill to the group, made a bridge over a ditch out of two long boards for the children to play around, and then ran all the way across the land to the picnic table from whence we started the day.
But most strangely enough, after running the whole day, I never once slipped on a hole, and it was when I was walking that I tripped. Pain shot through my foot instantly, and I struggled to hold back the tears. (I must remind you I am very emotional, and so most of the time, whether the injury really hurt bad or not, somehow I still manage to cry over such a little pain though I try to keep it back.) Yes, my ankle really hurt, and it was agony to even touch it. So there I sat, watching the others play around with the balls as I tried to force away my tears. I was so fortunate as to fall just beyond a hill where the adults could not see me on the ground until after they came ten minutes later with the vehicles, pretending to leave us kids here for a few days.
For the whole week afterwards I had to crawl and hobble all through the house and up the stairs with my foot wrapped up with an elastic bandage, but finally I am free hence more! We were greatly relieved my ankled did not swell up, but it hurt unbearably for the first few days. But please, you don't have to be concerned now that its over and done. *whew!*
May the day dawn and the morning star rise in your hearts!
Luthien Enelya

