It slithered over the mountain, winding its way down between the bare stark trees. It was hungry searching for food and sustenance. As it slowly moved down the path is suddenly sensed somewhere there was food. Ah food to sustain it for another night. Continually travelling It comes to a village in the dark winter night. Leaves moved by the wind skitch, skitch. skitching across the cobblestones drifting here and there, settling for a moment in one spot and then on to another. It passed one house and then another and another. All were locked against the night and prowlers. Finally it sensed one house where there was food and a small opening for it to gain entrance.
((((9( I have finished this story but have not put it here yet, so what do you think it is and where should the story go. Would like your comments.))))
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