Timber Valley SKP Park of Oregon, Inc

By Ruby Bonham

Gema pondered as she walk/flittered along a familiar path.  She could hear voices as she neared the picnic area.  Uh oh, sounded like someone was upset.  Gema could see several people at the Bocce Ball area.  They were scratching their heads in dismay and questioning each other.

“Did you see that?  I know I threw that ball with force and it just suddenly stopped like it had brakes!” a man said.

“Me too!  I barely threw it so it would go just a little way and suddenly it picked up speed,” a woman complained.

Gema looked to the play area a caught a glimpse of Pika, a mischievous pixie.  Pika silently laughed as she interrupted the play with her pranks.  Gema shook her head and motioned for Pika to follow her.  Gema sighed as she led Pika away from the perplexed players.  Gema was her mentor but the pixie was more interested in mischief than learning to be a help along with the other elementals.  Gema reminded herself that Pika was young and still had much to learn.  She would talk to Boi about helping to keep an eye on the young prankster.  In the meantime, Gema would give her a task that would keep her busy.

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By Ruby Bonham

Tia and Gema flitted along a path in the park.  They were giddy with joy since sprouting their wings.  Rounding a curve in the path, they encountered Boi, the guardian wolf like elemental in the park.  Boi was mostly invisible except to a few with mystical abilities.  His job was to patrol the outer perimeters of the park.  He rarely ever found a problem because the park was now under a protective sphere of light.  All living within were peaceful and had learned to work and live in harmony.  Boi still patrolled out of habit though it was no longer necessary.  Disruptive elementals trying to enter and cause mischief were given a mind suggestion that caused them to turn away.  Before getting her wings, Tia often rode on Boi’s back as he made his rounds.  She especially related to Boi’s gentle nature as he checked on the mystical inhabitants of the park. 

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By Ruby Bonham

Tia skipped along the path, her little feet creating small puffs of dust.  She giggled and did a happy dance as she moved along.  Her joy was reflected by the flowers along the way as they bobbed in agreement with her mood.  Birds chirped along with her joyous song.  The trees swayed to the rhythm and fawns leaped along beside her.  It was a glorious day filled with promise.  The early summer warmth coated them all with a sense of well being.  Tia was content to be here in this park.  She rubbed the two little nubs between her shoulders that seemed to be itching a lot lately.

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