around the white ridge mountains, beyond the snow fell wind drop,
across the paddy fields and frowning bridges,
where the rivers cradle the straw shores and a mountain of sticks shadows a small town
two boys erised and nosaer hibernate as their minds gather dust,
living the same lives doing the same things......
a short kids story i finished but the pictures are too big to scan, theres also a song where it all origonated from where gepetto silver whisks his magic