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The river that Opal found herself at was gentle and quiet. When she took a step in it, the water was cold yet refreshing, and she was enthralled by the invigorating experience. Bearlock Holmes had told her of a river with a weird type of rock beneath, and all it took was her hearing this once for her to go searching for it. She was excited and looked forward to searching for the rock. The only hint she got is that she would know it when she saw it, which made he...

A wishful sky twinkled above a snoozing Mimir. He lay in his bed, snuggled close to his pets, Snork and Mimimi. They dreamt of cozy clouds and twinkling stars. The night sky was for dreamers. A gust of wind pushed open Mimir’s window, making him awaken. He hopped out of bed, hoping to quickly close it before going back to sleep. Snork and Mimimi seemed unfazed by the chilly winter air intruding on their room. As soon as Mimir closed the window, he turned aroun...

The night that Bubbles decided to go to the wishing well, there was a very soft breeze, almost like that of the tide. She felt like it carried her to her destination, making it all the more magic in her eyes. She brought with her a treasured sand dollar, which she had found the past summer on a trip to the beach. It was a fitting and appropriate offering to the well, as she felt like it was a part of her in a way.  O...

Winter was fun, Bao thought. It was the only time of the year that he could make ice cream out of snow, which he called snice cream. The trick was to find the snow with the perfect texture. He grabbed a large plastic bowl and headed out to harvest some snow, very excited for this year’s snice cream. It always took time to find the best snow, Bao thought. It was always worth it. He would start by finding a nice white patch of clean snow, and dipping his paw in it to sample the goodies. No, h...

Bearlock Holmes was bound and determined to return the favor Bao did for him by giving him that delicious chunky stew. How ever could he return such a divine favor? Why, by making his own creamy stew and inviting Bao to join him! Creamy stew is just as good as chunky stew, in fact some may say it’s even better, Bearlock thought. Although, he had the issue of Bao showing up extremely early. “The soup isn’t done for another half hour, Bao, you’re way too e...

There was nothing more enticing than a bowl of potato gnocchi. When Bao woke up this morning, he half-mindedly gobbled up the last of his potato gnocchi that he was planning to save for dinner. There is no greater travesty than not having a hearty meal before bed, Bao thought. And thus he set out to the wishing well to amend his mistake. If the lake spiric cannot fix this, then there was no hope, and Bao would have to have toast for dinner like he should have fo...

Part I: Bao was bound and determined to figure this out. He was gardening for the very first time, and had not a clue on how it worked, but still, he wanted to do it on his own. Sometimes being stubborn isn’t a bad thing, he thought, especially when pertaining to learning. The first step to being a gardener is looking the part. This is ...

Bao loved soup. Any time of the year, whether stress or worry ate away at Bao, a warm bowl of soup always seemed to fill Bao back up. That’s why, as soon as winter approached, Bao decided the best thing to do was to make a big pot of chunky stew. What better than warm and chunky stew on a cold, cold day? A hearty meal like this should never be eaten alone, everyone knows that food tastes better with friends. That is why Bao decided to invite Bearlock Holmes. R...