Here is the story (note: some words are in Gaelic as the story is placed in Ireland.) One day a little stuffty was going to gather the dulaman and iasc from the cove. He traveled not one mile when he came across an old scarf. Now, you see, the scarf was covered in dirt and yet when it was brushed off it looked as it was just woven. In the corner, it read, ~Aven~. This was his name! Maybe it was fate and maybe not, but nevertheless, he decided to wear it instead of putting it back. He got to the cove maybe an hour later and brought out his lunch. He waited until low tide for the pools and gathered the silver darting iasc, and the wavy green dulaman. On his way home he watched the ein dart through the skies. Soon around the spot where he found the scarf, he saw smoke drifting from the village. He rushed to his village, water spilling from his bucket, only to see his home on fire, and no survivors. (pic) (next part is if I win him) (my pov) I was on a trip to Ireland, and I had found a beautiful cove and small hills. It was serene except, for one thing, the small hills were on fire. I rushed to the scene to see if any animals were hurt, and I found something. A small marshmallow-y-snowman with a dragon tail curled up (odd) with a miniature pail. I picked it up and dusted it off, then it started to squirm. Shocked, I dropped it and quickly picked it back up. I took it home and gave it a bath, bought it a small dog bed and gave it some crackers. Soon we became friends and it started to talk, IN GAELIC! I bought a translating book and we began to have conversations. I found out that its name was Aven, meaning sorrow and powerful river. Then I had to go, and Aven decided to come with me to the US. ~THE END IS JUST THE BEGINNING~
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