As I Came of Age:
Journal Entry #1
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Takeshi peered up into the trees above him. It had been foggy for days on end, and he enjoyed every second he had of it. The gray mist covered him in a blanket of wonder, and excitement, especially when his father sifted through the mist with his heavy frame and pround gait. The fog was no match for
him Takeshi thought.
Soon, I will be just like him.
The soft fur atop his head was growing stiffer, and two bumps appeared only a few days ago. Takeshi had been rubbing his head on every rock, tree and stump that came into view, trying to hurry up the proccess of growing
antlers, his heart fluttered with the idea. His fur was growing darker, and began taking on a hint of dark blue, and he could make out a few yellow stripes at random places on his pelt. This would form the pattern his father had, the skeleton.
His eyes had taken on their sepearte colors. He is getting older by the second, he reminded himself; and began to distance himself from stangers and become a bit more firm with what he believed in.
Girls needed help a
lot.
You didn't
always have to help them.
His father was always right.
He was going to be just like him.
And of course,
he was going to make sure
everyone knew this was his forest.
As takeshi peered into the mist-covered trees, he could make out the form of an owl, who hooted casually at the young stag. He wrinkled his nose and mooed twice as loud to it. The owl hooted back. This game went on for a good few minutes until he heard a voice behind him.
"Takeshi," he snapped his head around to find his father.
"Poppa!" he chirped, and cleared his throat, turning away from the tree with the owl. He brought his legs close together, arched his neck back and turned his face up.
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