It's been a week. Frost struck and ice
was tightened on the river face.
The village's youth went to the side
where they mined blocks for new year's fete.
They mined huge blocks to build a castle.
And it should look like made of glass.
Small fidget Bee was beside Nils
despite his warning of big risk,
but She pretended as didn't hear
and poked her nose where no one need.
Abruptly guys dropped one huge block,
Nils hardly rescued the spooked girl.
They fell on ice, Nils spoiled a bag,
which He once got from his grandpa.
It was the gift before his death.
Nils kept it gently for few time.
So, and the bag kept an old map,
which shew the place of the lost lake...
by Thea Ariss
22.09.2025
A godsend. The tale of the winter forest
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2025
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