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 Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 6:03 pm
 Oberon lay in the shade, dreaming of desserts and cool autumn nights. The two things wouldn't seemingly go together, but Oberon's dreams carried him wherever they wished, often in several directions at once. He relished dreams. To him, they nurtured the soul and gave the imagination energy to thrive. Even nightmares held a place in life, he believed.
On that particularly warm day, though, the emotional and metaphysical value of dreams had to be the last thing on his mind. In fact, cakes were singing and dancing while little winged creatures carried whipped cream rabbits through the sky. Batting idly at one of them in his dream, Oberon's paw slipped into the sun of reality and his fur bristled. He woke abruptly, shimmied back into the shadows, and lay with his head on his paws, wondering if he would be able to find the berry patch he had dreamt of before the part with the singing cakes, or if it didn't exist in reality. All those blackberries, just waiting to be picked and eaten... Besides, he figured that it would be much easier to find blackberry bushes, rather than singing cakes.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 7:38 pm
 Marisol's day had been filled with activity. She had woken early which was normal for her. She hated wasting time by sleeping generally. So she had gotten up with the sun heading out of her home and towards a near by stream.
She'd spent the better part of the day swimming. She felt and looked more at him in the water then anywhere else. Diving down to the bottom she searched for things. Nothing in-particular, just whatever she could find. Today she had found a few stones, a shell and a school of baby fish that she gleefully chased until she had to surface for air.
Swimming to the shallows she walked up onto the sandy shore, shaking the water from her fur. The pale colors glistened in the sunlight as the water that remained beaded down the strands. She was hungry and she knew just was she wanted and she followed the stream.
It didn't take her long to reach the berry patch, some of her favorite food came from here. There highest on the list being blackberries. She was careful she she reached into the branches of the plant, avoiding the large sharp thorns as she picked her treats.
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