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The Hut

hE hUT was small, made of loose “Father, Father, look what I found!” A hanna eagerly said, her astonishing blue
and rotten planks, with a simple girl, her wild, curly and very dark brown eyes looking up at Baduk. “Okay, you can.
Tpiece of wood as a vague excuse for a hair streaming behind her, her brilliant But can you please hurry back in the hut
door. It was in a narrow valley, surrounded blue eyes squinting in the sunlight as she now, I still have some fishing to do. you
by huge mountains. The mountains in shouted at the top of her lungs and ran must want dinner”, Baduk said, looking at
question were velvety with a carpet of through the murky knee-deep water to his fishing rod. hanna hurried back to the
bright green and silky grass. The hut was the small fishing hole she had helped dig. hut, carefully caressing the muddenowl.
not alone in the valley but sharing space Upon seeing her Father there she stopped
with a tiny river, more of a mix between a running and started gasping for breath. hanna opened the door. It was, as usual,
river and a stream. The water in the river very dim, as the one lantern and tiny slit of
was not completely transparent, it was “What is it now, eh hanna?”, the dad a window did not give off a lot of light, and
mixed with mud that had unwittingly replied in a cheerful manner. “See, I even then only when they had matches to
wandered from the muddy banks to the found this!” hanna replied. “I’m sorry to light the lantern. hanna loved it, though.
river. The posh and fancy folk (with their disappoint you, but I’d be blasted if that isn’t She couldn’t remember a time when she
beautiful clothing and jewellery) from just a common muddenowl”, her father, hadn’t lived there. To her understanding,
the big cites down south, Alysaa’Maq Baduk, replied. It did look almost certainly it had always been her mother’s dream to
and Sahafara-karimuo would never have like one of those small sausage like animals move to this valley, away from the hustle
dreamed of setting foot here, no matter found throughout the valley. “yes, but look and bustle. When her mother died in
how wonderful the sights were. But at its belly”, hanna said, very determined. childbirth her father, grief-stricken, could
for a girl and her father, this was Its belly was a brilliant blue, the twin think of only one path in his life: to fulfil
their perfect home. colour of hanna’s own eyes. “Why you’re his dead wife’s dream, even though she
right, must be some sort of mutation or was not on the world of Mriankal to see
something”, Baduk said, now quite amazed it. hanna thought that was so courageous
by the colour. “you’ll have to let it back in of her father, to give up everything to
the wild by tomorrow.” “Okay, but can come here. hanna smelt the familiar
I please draw it? you know how damp wood smell that she
much I like drawing”, so loved. She inhaled.

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