I give you another story today.
I was born in the plains,
not part of this story,
but you must know.
We have big rivers, 346 more words
retelling and pictures by S. Zainab Williams
His hair was thick and white as the pure snow that frosted the ice kingdom. His mouth was a slick black line opening to reveal white fangs and pant smoke into the frozen air. 2,622 more words