Amwolf 14.5.21

 “Another strange day on the wide sea”, I muttered to myself as heaved my oar through the water, on one side and then the other continuously in an orderly fashion. Then one strange moment came as I flicked my eyes up for a second, and wiped away the annoying sea spray. Land! At last. I forced myself to use all my effort to row as quickly as I could. Exhausted, I flashed around to see a wrinkled mushroom and sadly remembered the one rule. Oh how I was wistful about longing to eat it as I haven't eaten in days.

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