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1532: Osa

The thin, mewling creature whose life had almost been claimed by the swamplands and animals that prowled its murky waters, knobbly trees and floating islands was no more. No more was the suchomimus pathetically thin, pleading for food and waiting for salvation on a leaf that floated on the water. Instead, Osa returned to the wetlands healthy, and considerably...

June… was alone. Not only was she alone, but she was completely, totally, and utterly lost. She had no idea where she was. Every direction she turned looked the same as the last. The same impassable dark water laden with algae, duckweed, lilypads, horsetails, and other water plants. Twisted, gnarled trees with knobbly knees and scraggly moss beards hanging off their branches t...

When the spring arrived, so did the rain. Water fell from the skies, feeding the new plants and soaking into the ground. Plants blossomed and bloomed, and the rivers swelled as fresh water cycled back to the ground.    For suchomimus who tended to lurk around rivers and ponds and other bodies of water, this was the best part of the year. Soon the storms would arrive, and the water would only grow. Fish would ...