Beverly
Bear settled into her chair on the set, picking up the script they’d
laid out on the table in front ofher. The large, squishy, ‘toon
brown bear picked up the script, flipping through it in her
cell-shaded paws.
“Let’s
see what they’ve got for me today….”
*Scene: A camp
site near a forest. Colored leaves hang on the trees and occasionally
flutter to the ground. *
*A lone tourist,
wearing a loud Hawaiian shirt and a broad straw hat, steps off the
bus with a comically massive

July 8th,
5th Year after the 200 years war.
Another
month, another diary. It sometimes feels like such a hassle to put
all this down, but I would be doing such a disservice to
future theologians if I didn’t.
So
let’s start with the top. With Daorsa. Me. I’m a massive,
20-foot squirrel-dragon. My luxurious, warm gray fur fades to a
creamy butterscotch color along my underside, and I’ve got a
squirrel-tail comparable for my size. It’s quite handy, when it
comes to binding and trapping pe

The grey-furred rabbit’s body
trembled as he scurried down the slope, heedless of the slipperiness
of fallen leaves. He was here. This was it. Glynn wasn’t sure how
he knew this valley was the place he’d sought. He wasn’t even
sure how he’d found it. His memory of the journey felt so
hazy, so fogged. He’d left his small village, the only one who’d
come of age in the previous half-year, the only one who felt the
call. So he’d started walking…
And then he was here, picking his
w