CHAPTER TWO | VERSE THREE
CHRONICLES OF THE WOLF
As we pranced with our peacock friend and danced the night away … our sights were set on protecting the pack and continuing to build our family.
We lucidly skipped into the garden of gold … few had been to or seen the garden. As we stepped into the mushy mushroom marshland, we came to find the most magical golden creative inside and out, the Magic Golden Panda. This kind, generous beyond words and transcending years would become a best friend, a trusted ally, a partner in crime … Always looking for the next adventure.
This loyal panda would enhance my vision … lend a hand, give a hug, open eyes, open heart, displaced judgment… make us all better.