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Saturday, October 29, 2005


The child was found, wailing, wraped in a thin sheet of fabric at the base of the tree. It was an odd child and hard to determine if it was male or female, though the tribe's men were inclined to think it a girl for the amount of noise it was making. The leader of the group prodded the screaming package with the end of his spear and shook his head as the pitch of the cries grew. The men stood back and discussed the actions to be taken and eventually it was determined that the youngest man of the hunting group would take the child home. It was never clear why he should be the one to take the child. It was just expected that he would do as required. The child grew and it was discovered that despite the first assumptions, the child was male. As he grew his fine hair, bright like sunlight amongst the dark haired children, grew longer and finer each day. He was often teased for his dark eyes and grew more and more distant from the rest of the tribe as he grew.

*cough* Im sure this story is going somewhere... something about wannting to write about a tribe being wiped out by a mystereious child..... ummmmmm... let me sleep on it.... anyway..... MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *cough*.....
Sita

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