Rollo

A Special Prince Is Born

Something exciting was happening in the big wildlife animal preserve.

You could hear it first in the tumbling of the brooks and the waterfalls, and

then in the rustling of tiny feet scurrying here and there throughout the

forests and across the meadows. You could also see it in the bright green and

A Special Prince Is Born

Something exciting was happening in the big wildlife animal preserve.

You could hear it first in the tumbling of the brooks and the waterfalls, and

then in the rustling of tiny feet scurrying here and there throughout the

forests and across the meadows. You could also see it in the bright green and

yellow colors appearing across the valleys and on the lofty meadows, and

then in the soft gold light that was replacing some of the shadows in the vast

forests on the mountainsides. Even on most of the mountaintops, against the

smooth, brilliant white of the snow, gold, rusty orange, red, and silver gray

jagged peaks and bumps were appearing. Across the sky, bright sunlight was

peeking through the gray clouds more and more each day, gradually turning

the sky to blue and the clouds to white and fluffy. Soon on the meadow, tiny

purple, blue, yellow, red, and white flowers were popping up everywhere, right

through the melting snow. You could even smell it in the pungent, bittersweet

fragrance wafting through the air and feel it like a soft, warm blanket. Signs

could be found all over the preserve, indicating that the long winter had

ended. It was the beginning of spring.

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