I was in a Ship, in a box. The ship sank, along with my housefolk. My box was floating at the শীর্ষ of the ocean. I had hit land. I jumped out of my box and realized were I was at first sight. I was now a lone rouge on ice. Yippie. I had to struggle to survive moon after moon. I finally saw a group of মার্জার like me. I ran to ask for help and shelter. They agreed and asked for my name. I had told them my name was Icy. They took me toward there leader, Icestar, and I told my story. There leader must have been in a generous mode for therefore he had said,
'Traveler, আপনি have survived well on your own. Icy, will আপনি be willing to become one of us?'
I had been so happy, if only Marie and Adam could see me now, 'Yes,'
'Good, from now on, আপনি will be known as, Icywhisker.'
That is my story, whats yours?
'Traveler, আপনি have survived well on your own. Icy, will আপনি be willing to become one of us?'
I had been so happy, if only Marie and Adam could see me now, 'Yes,'
'Good, from now on, আপনি will be known as, Icywhisker.'
That is my story, whats yours?