#AWESOME

Frost clung to the trees of the Caledonian Forest. Louder than the rustling of the woodland creatures, the interruption fo the roiling clouds bashing together broke the silence of the serene, picturesque scene. Reverberating throughout the forest, the wind whistled through any cracks it's groping, freezing fingers, could find.  The taste of fear hung around the atmosphere like a cloud, stifling any signs of life in it's impenetrable folds. Fresh, crisp snow adorned every available area.  Except for the tree. It would have been taller than the other trees, despite the factor that the bark was twisted and crippled a third of the way up the tree.  It was almost as if if it were alive, it would have been hamstrung.  But why this tree wasn't festooned with snow was a mystery. If a tree could look enigmatic, this towering piece of nature would win first prize. Yet deeper into this seemingly endless copse of trees was a clearing.  A pond dominated this break of trees, the ice in s

This post title is another posh way to say: I HAVE RUN OUT OF IDEAS..... Let's just base this post on a random fact about a billy goat: Billy goats urinate on their own heads to smell more attractive to females. Here is a random story that I am basing on this fact... Unlike the other females who spent all their time giggling behind their hooves and pampering themselves with oils, making sure their fur was soft and appealing for the gentlemen, Celine would exercise her muscles and practise jumping over hedges so she could race horses.  The horses bred for racing in the field next door would constantly sneer at Celine, laughing brattishly at her attempts, as if she were nothing but a piece of rotting fish. But she would not be put away from her dream. Gaahhhh!!! I am way too lazy to actually finish this story so... There was this billy goat called Duerden who did not urinate on his own head, and Celine found that attractive, so she fell in love and then they got married..