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How he turned into Unignomahawk
The cold wind tickled his whiskers, and gave him shivers up his spine. Knut what his proper name. He never liked that name, he didnt like that the K came in front of the N. It never made much sense to him. Anyway, he trembled as he stood upon a large swamp. Blocking his path, he tried to go around mud pit, but the wind was to strong for him to push against. Voices were overwhelming in his head, thinking of what his family and friends would say if he came home and told them about what had happened.
“Ill være ok, syk være ok.” He thought over and over in his head.
He could almost see a large black hooded figure walking, almost floating(?) towards him in the mist of the late evening. He screamed out, “Ikke skadet meg! Ikke skadet meg!”
Suddenly everything went dark, he felt as if he was separated from the world, ripped apart. Like puzzle pieces put together perfectly, once you take a couple apart the picture doesnt look quite right.
“Knut, Knut du skal våken nå.” said a loud, thundering, but soothing voice.
To be continued......
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