Now we can cross the shifting sands 1,2,3 and 4.
Been quite awhile since I shared any of this novel so I though I would share the older chapters with the new. This is chapters 1 through 4 of this partucular book. The blue haired-boy rode his mumble-jumble across the green shifting sands of the barren dunes of Forget me not Desert. He wore a copper-colored close-helm that was barely tolerable because of the heat, even with his shemagh-headwrap separating him from him from the unbearable heat of the metal. Likewise, his (Halloween-orange with purple stripes) thawb under his cuirass-armor left him unburned but feeling all of the weather. Like reaching into a hot stove with an oven-mitt. The Mumble-Jumble wore nothing but a leather saddle and hackamore around its head. What is a mumble jumble? You may ask. It is a giant kangaroo-mouse with pink fur and black zebra-like stripes. It does not usually walk but instead hops like a rabbit through the sand and earth (though it can run faster than most critters). The boy's name wa