In our world, we live normally. We act normally. Life is as normal as can be. But I must ask you…
What is normal? Think. If you were looking from some people’s point of view, you would see that things were not normal.
This story is about those people.
Chapter I
As I before mentioned, some people live in our world but see it in a different way. They know the extraordinary and have seen things that you and I could hardly imagine. Let us begin with the tale of one of these people. Her name is Coral Mithendril.
Early one morning, Coral was in the car on the way to school with her friend Myrtle Willowflew. Coral had not slept well that night and was on the point of falling asleep. She was so tired that at a certain point she let out a huge yawn, but he stayed inside her head and thought he would come out later. He was called Brother Yawn.
Now, in our world, most think Yawns and such are not alive and cannot talk or be named or save lives or win Olympic medals or anything that people can do. But they are wrong.
Yawns in particular are very slow and boring creatures, unless they are angry. They usually float up into the sky and take the appearance of clouds. When they open their mouths, water pours out. However, don’t be afraid to go outside in the rain because you don’t want Yawn saliva on you, as it is really pure water. When there is pollution, they cry, and that is what bad rain is. When Yawns get angry, they all band together and moan and fly around, and thus create hurricanes and the like.
But back to the story.
Coral was able to stay awake for only a little while longer, and finally fell asleep. Once asleep, she let out one good sized snore, which escaped out her ear and flew out the window. This snore is to become a main character in this story. But now I shall tell you about a certain ritual all Snores go through.
Once Snores are made, they always fly over the nearest ocean(avoiding hungry predators)in order to get to the Isle of Snores. They then feast upon broccoli in barbecue sauce and wear pink sacks with green polka dots. Once satisfied, they travel around in order to find a place to live. This Snore was destined to find not a place to live in, but a person to travel with. But first, our snore (who had at that point no name) must complete a task that he may not survive involving one word.
Pelican.