The otter chieftain splashed a grateful fin. "And you are not too mushroomy. You are just right ."
After that, Coloso Champi Coloso retreated to a quiet, mossy hollow. "I am a monster," he whispered to a passing ladybug. "Too big. Too bright. Too… mushroomy." coloso champi coloso
Plomp. Plomp. PLUMP. He waddled faster than he had ever waddled in his life. The otter chieftain splashed a grateful fin
But Coloso was sad.
That night, a terrible storm rolled over the valley. Rain fell in silver sheets, and wind howled like a hungry wolf. But the worst was yet to come. A flash flood surged down from the mountains, turning the gentle stream into a roaring, brown torrent. mossy hollow. "I am a monster