JOURNEY OF THE FIRST TAMA-ARTIST: CHAPTER 10
I dream of Jack O'Lanterns. Each of their faces were more hunting than other —it was hard to compare. In addition, dried sticks were connected to them, making them take humanoid form, but there were gnarled in uneven ways.
The seven were carrying a purple coffin, big enough to fit ten humans. Likewise, they struggled from the weight, swaying around the selcouth mountain path filled with unusual mammals.
"Ce Soir Ma belle!" A bunny that stretched like a snake called.
"Vakomana madii!" Shouted an elephant with extra noses instead of a tusk.
"Votsek! Bomboclat!" A four legged eagle roared.
More beast continued to call the Jack O'Lanterns. Although their tone was somewhat rude on most parts, I could tell they loved whatever was in the coffin —they used other languages, but that was obvious.
