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I woke up on a day like any other not aware of the revelations to come. I walked over to the small pool of water sister Mono had built from rocks that she had found lying around. I splashed the cool water in my face to get my eyes to finally open. Looking at my dim reflection in the water, I realized that my horns had grown bigger. Of course they grew everyday, like my hair and my height, but for some reason, today, they stood out. Not thinking much of it, I put my stone knife and old torch in my sac, tied it to my waist, and made my way through the woods.
It was still early and the fog and the dappled light that came through made it hard to see where exactly I was headed. The woods had been our home for a long time, and its peacefulness was my favourite part about it. Nothing ever seemed to happen in these woods. There was never a chirp loud enough to notice,not a scamper too quick to put you on edge. The silence was almost sacred, and my breath was the only thing interrupting it. I walked closer to a depression in the ground and , sure enough, plunged into the puddle that had formed inside it with a loud splash. I felt disappointed. The woods were now full of sound. The splash echoed, the squirrels scampered to the top of their trees, the birds all started fluttering, and I heard a very familiar limping clop.
Agro slowly made his way over to the puddle where I had so unceremoniously fallen. He nudged me softly with his graying snout then snorted with relief when he discovered that I was still okay. Using his large neck as support, I pulled myself out of the murky puddle. My clothes were a mess and I knew sister Mono would be disappointed. As I started to walk, I noticed a sharp pain on my right thigh. I saw blood and realized that the top half of my knife's blade had broken off and was stuck in me.
Quickly pulling it out and bandaging my thigh with an old rag, I came to the conclusion that the knife could not be repaired. I performed a reluctant inventory check and saw that all my personal belongings were ruined. The torch was soaked and obviously couldn't be lit again. My food was covered in mud and didn't look very appetizing. And most importantly, my paper, which sister Mono had painstakingly made for me along with the burnt wood pencil were completely destroyed. Agro sniffed my bag and gave a disappointed and soft nicker. "Sister Mono is going to kill me isn't she, Agro?" I joked to him. In response, he nuzzled me reassuringly, as if he was saying that I'll be fine. "I guess we'll just have to wait for her to come back," I replied.
We headed back to the shack that sister Mono had built when I was still young. I remember watching her drag the trees she had fell with her stone axe, and then putting them in four holes she had made to serve as the corners of our home. She then mixed the branches that she had stripped the trees of with mud to make the walls. For some reason, she always knew what had to be done. She was the one who taught me to recognize which fruit were edible and how to cut a lizard's tail in a way that would let the lizard live and give us food. She told me to apologize to each lizard for the unimaginable pain I was causing it. I understood from the screams of the lizard how much it must actually hurt and thanked each one for letting us do this. Eventually we started to grow the fruit with the seeds and had enough near our house to feed us for ages and lizard tail was only eaten for special occasions.
Agro limped forward and stopped to examine something on the ground. It was a squirrel that had fallen from the treetops to its death. He picked it up by its tail and brought it over to our house. "We shouldn't keep it Agro," I whispered to him, afraid of breaking the silence again. He snorted and put it next to our fireplace anyway. "Do you know where sister Mono went this time?" I asked. He sat down and snorted irritatedly. "So you're getting tired of her leaving without telling, too," I said as I made my way over to him and sat down next to him. "She always comes back with something good, though," I joked in her defense. "Last time, she brought fish and the paper, didn't she?" Agro snorted again. Because, there wasn't much left to do now that I couldn't gather any food, explore, or draw until my belongings dried, I leaned on Agro and looked up at the ever sunny, yet, cloudy sky.
I couldn't make out much from beyond the canopy, but I knew exactly how it looked. The sky never changed. Sister Mono had told me that where she was from, the sky would go dark, the sun would go down, and the moon would come and take the place of the sun. She described little dots in the sky called stars and said that she would spend her nights trying to find a pattern in them. The concept seemed bizarre to me. Here we only had the light behind the clouds. Once, when I wandered away from the woods, I saw a couple of pillars of light, though I couldn't tell whether the light went from the ground to the sky or from the sky to the ground. I made a promise to myself to go see them one day.