A "Children's Story" using the words: flabbergasted, color, paper, broken, eloquent, rancid, lily, frothy, pink, jittery
Lily walked along the curve of a jungle path dreaming in color. The trees stood guard all around her, as far as she could see. They whispered stories of animals who, like monsters, waited in the shadows for an opportunity to eat--their favorite meal, a little girl, just like her. The thought made her jittery, but she feigned confidence as her father had taught her to, skipping along in a defiant act of courage. She was eloquent, for a 10-year-old, in a long, pink dress that snagged on the brush with every other step.
She carried on this way in the direction of home for half an hour, until her legs tired and she sat down on the broken limb of a tree that seemed to have fallen for this very purpose. She held back a yawn with a sly smile, which she inherited from her mother. She sat thinking about the woman until she heard the cracking of footsteps on fallen sticks.
"Hello?" she said into the trees. "It's Lily, who's there?"
The air was quiet, minus shrill ringing of cicadas from the leaves. She rose from the branch and made careful progress into the thick. She hummed a song her brother used to sing to her as a child, so that she wouldn't have to face whatever was in there alone.
Then she saw it. She wasn't sure what it was, but she was certain that it was there, sleeping in shadow, covered in fur.
"Excuse me," she said, prodding the thing with her hand, but it didn't budge. She wished she had a torch - the night was falling upon her and her eyes were struggling to pierce the dark. She noticed something small,, white sticking out from under the creature's outstretched paw. Upon further examination, she realized it was a slip of paper containing words written in a language she had never seen before.
In the other paw was a coconut shell, filled with a white sort of froth. She stepped back, flabbergasted at the situation. She thought it might be best to carry on her way. But something kept her there, like the wispy grasp of a ghost around her ankle. She felt compelled to lean down to the mystery liquid and take a sip. So she did.
Cupping the coconut in her hands, she put the froth to her lips and closed her eyes. She gasped as the rancid liquid washed over her tongue.
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