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Peter the Fox looked up the hill, towards his destination.
The azure crystal at the end of his walking staff gleamed in the early summer sunlight, and on a whim he peeked through it, now seeing the world in blue and wonderfully distorted. He shifted his backpack, and walked from the river's edge towards the bluestone path.
He had just turned twenty that spring, and at last he was going to visit the cottage on top of the hill.
The first time he'd seen it was when he was just five, while on a small boat sailing down the river to a small town downstream from his own little village. Only in certain places could it be seen from the ground, and while peeking over the boat's brass rail he saw the blue windows glittering in the warm sunshine that morning. Looking more carefully he saw a small lawn, pointed trees neatly surrounding it on three sides, white, pink, and...then it was out of sight.
"Mama, Papa- who lives there," he asked?
"Where, dear," asked his mother