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The Mouse and the Snake
The sun was setting over the meadow, and the sky was basked in reds and oranges. The shadows of the tall trees were stretching out and covering the ground. Soon, the night would grip the meadow and all the animals within it would have to hide. The little mouse knew this fact all too well, as it had been the owls cold claws that had taken her own mother. She poked her head out of her home and looked around. She was scared...terrified that within moments, she would hear the silent wings of death as the sharp talons of the owl caught her and carried her away. All other animals had all run for shelter...but she couldn't.
The mouse finally found the nerve to step out of her home and sniff around anxiously. She was indeed afraid...but she was also hungry. She hadn't eaten much that day, because the greedy badger, who lived not far away, had eaten much of the food near her home. She was starving, and she had to eat something...which meant going out at night to find food.
"Oh, please don't let
Gift of the Forest (Part 1)
The smell of the fire was intoxicating and the burning wood popped and crackled loudly, keeping the night alive with a familiar sound. The moon above was full and large, illuminating the forest with its glow as the long shadows of the trees bowed away from it, stretching across the ground and over the boy and his fire. The boy sat alone, huddled against the roaring fire, the orange glow lighting up his tan face. He wore animal skin clothing with red and blue patters. His feet and hands were bare, and subject to the chill of the night. His hair was tied back in a small braid with two feathers fashioned at the top and bottom. A headband embraced his forehead and his dark eyes gazed at the stinging light of the blaze. His name was Dyami, a 12 year old Cherokee boy. He was on his own in the wilderness, because this was where he needed to be. He had a mission…a task to perform.
“It is foolish,” his friends had told him, “you will never return, Dyami!” At this p
|I am a longtime artist, specializing in cartooning and sketches. I am currently working on a webcomic and several books, and my art is mostly concept work for characters, places, and things in my stories. I hope you all enjoy my work!|