Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25997078-20170214011233/@comment-29854599-20170214231409

Ok. I'll have to make mine a little more literary so that it can be longer.

Anyways,-

All of the people in the village were jealous of that girl, who seemed to be so carefree, always hopping and skipping in the damp grass of the morning, carrying the wildflowers of the mountain in her basket, twirling around, almost jumping for the sky and the moon, while the other ladies in the village carried their baskets of rice and fish, collapsing under the weight of their stresses in life, caring about how they looked and spoke, trying very hard to be liked by everyone, and not appreciating the small joys of the green mountains and the beauty of the close-by pink sun at the summer sunsets.