Somewhere nearby, probably at the edge of the pond in the grass it hides. Always ready to jump and to find safety in time. Should I ever get dangerously close to it. Sometimes it escaped me by the skin of its teeth. But usually it was long gone before I even got within reach. To even get close enough to it, I not only had to be very quiet. I was also not allowed to move jerkily.
These are the first few sentences of my first story. Unfortunately the story is completely in German, because I didn't have enough time to translate it. I will do in the future, when I have enough time. Enjoy reading the story and enjoy your weekend.
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