So the special child went for a walk.
As he approached the pond, he raised his hand up high.
But the water didn't move and he was pissed.
Luckily, the boy did not believe in miracles, because if he tried to part the water...
He knew all the fish would die.
But his heart was set on it.
So, with jaw set and shirt tucked tight, he grabbed a firm hold on his determination.
And he set off, manhood intact and proud, towards his next adventure: in the belly of the beast!
He had only to retrieve something lost, again something sacred, before he could return again to his beloved family.
But his beloved family was what was lost, and so needed to be sought.
Unfortunately, their souls had been captured in seven bronzed objects distributed across the continent.
He faced a decision: recover his ancestor's souls and resurrect the family... or eat chocolate cake?
Pulling a warm, moist slice of cake from his pocket, he paused briefly and decided he would not give up on his kin - and he will also eat the cake.
Finished thusly, a sweet taste on his lips and crumbs in his pocket, he reached for the telephone.
As his hand moved forward, time seemed to freeze and as the receiver reached his face, all events leading up to this moment spun out of the continuum and slammed him up against the glass of yesterday morning.
"Oh shit, it's Groundhog Day again," he grumbled as he picked himself off the glass for yet another day in purgatory.
He groped for the alarm, catching a ray of light in his eye before putting on his boots.
He tied the laces tight, ran out the door and started running, leaping hedges and crowing like a raven guarding a nest.
Deeper into the forest he ran until a foot shot out of the darkness and the taste of dirt found his mouth.
"This is not the culinary feast that Birthright promised me!" he said as he spit the dirt out.
By: Justin Shenk, Sabrina Beram, Sherri Cohen, Tzomi Burkhart
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