It has been a few days now, with each result a failure. But still.... Shadow moon was determine to get to that moon. As she sat at her favorite spot on top of an awkward hill that sat a single weeping willow tree. A many of nights she would spend here on this spot. Looking towards that moon, making up stories in her head of how she came to this world. Believing full heartily she was from the moon.
Amongst where she sat was crumpled up papers of her failed attempts. Swinging her tail a bit above the ground as she sat and stared up. Causing some of her crumpled plans to fall off the hill. She didnt mean to litter, she was just off in her own little world. Letting a soft sigh as she hung her head down low. But drew it back as yet another idea sprung to mind.
She quickly wrote it down as to not forget. Getting all her info out she quickly went off to look for the supplies. The clear moonlight night softly turned to morning. All were waking from their night sleep, all but one. Hard at work Shadow moon had quickly piled up many items. Where she gets them, no one knows. But in a pile she placed them.
She soon stopped her collecting and looked to her pile. Believing she has everything she need, she soon started on her next plan. "This time it WELL work" she spoke to herself. Digging into the pile, pulling out what she would use and set to work. The pile would swing a bit from her pulling out items. Oblivious to everything around and only on her invention, she saw no danger. Only her dreams of going to the moon...
