Chapter 97 - Short Story #1: Farming

It was a solemn morning. Birds were flocking together as they soar in the light blue sky. The clouds were as foamy as a sponge and their thickness is just perfect for the day. The sun averted its light across the land and minutes later, the whole lawn was covered by the glistened glow of its ray. Near the lodging, sat a large tree that was supposed to cover a large portion of the area. Underneath the large tree was a young boy named Aran Crossford who seems to be enjoying his free time while reading a book.