I chuckled as I adjusted my unusual hat on my head, its color was parch and brown like the wet ground. As I was approaching the woodland parting door of the village and forest, I felt comfortable and enthusiastic. I was wearing my modern and neat different cloak. Ulysses bought it for me on my recent birthday as his gift. Its color was gray seemed like a gloomy atmosphere. When I left the cave this afternoon it was cloudless, but when I reach the exit of the forest the climate abruptly changes and come to be unfortunate.
“It's not going to rain isn't it?“ I asked myself while I was looking at the gray and shady sky.
The deer in the cage made a slight outcry. I move forward to stroll and passed by their home without a disturbance. It seems empty. Her mother went to the market, her father
