She Lifted The Drooping Muzzle With Both

I'm Just Writing A Story That I Want To Read.

Life Is Neither Static Nor Unchanging. With No Individuality, There Can Be No Change, No Adaptation And, In An Inherently Changing World, Any Species Unable To Adapt Is Also Doomed.

From The Beginning, When I First Got An Idea For A Story And Wondered If I Could Write It, It Has Always Been The Story That Has Driven Me.

The Other Mammoths Were As Protective Of The Dying As They Were Of Newborns, And They Gathered Around Tying To Make The Fallen One Get Up. When All Was Over, They Buried The Dead Ancestor Under Piles Of Dirt, Grass, Leaves, Or Snow. Mammoths Were Even Known To Bury Other Dead Animals, Including Humans.

You Weren't Being Punished. You Were Waiting For Me.