The Journey of the Others ( yeah yeah so original I know )
an excerpt

She had, at one point along her journey, tried to jump from rock to rock just as the birds did, but unfortunately her feet were – obviously – much larger, and in whole her larger body, although she wasn't large compared to others of her kind ( people, in lesser words ) and was actually quite short and a little bit too thin, was just too hard to balance on the algae covered river stones / rocks, and she had fallen into the water. If someone else had been around they would have laughed with glee to see her as she stood at the very edge of the river bed, glancing from side to side as though crossing a street in a busy part of town ( but more likely trying to spot any better way of crossing the river; it was rather murky and she couldn't tell for sure how deep or how swift the current was ). But then, oh, the mighty leap from the muddy bed, her hardy skirt pulled up and the ragged sleeves of her shirt tickling her thigh through the numerous holes in her pants, and the arch of her foot as she landed heel first onto the first rock. The lack of grace, the lack being obvious if you have been imagining this, ultimately was her downfall, and as her heel ( noted earlier as being much larger than the feet of the small, graceful birds ) slipped on the river rock, so tipped her body. Instead of a scream her face remained rather blank, and right before she hit the water all she said was a single word.

“Damnit.”

Which she, if we go back to her sitting on the rock by the disturbingly calm sea, was saying at that present moment. If you ask how she got to the sea then you probably don't know much about rivers, for if you did you'd know that of course her journey after the encounter of the demonic, slippery river rock, went in the direction of her then ( quite cleverly, I might add ) traveling for several days along the riverbed until she had finally reached the mouth of it.

We have, obviously enough, gotten distracted not only from the tale of the wonders of the forest, and nor have we paid much attention to her path along the riverbed itself, but most importantly we have skipped over the story of how she started her journey in the first place, so it's best to have a beginning after the beginning, and I'll try to explain how the entire crazy story came to be.

First, though, I must warn you. The story isn't humorous, or peaceful, and at points it might be rather horrific. For all the magic and wonder in this tale of how and why and what, there cannot be a happy ending in the most common sense of the phrase – you yourself must decide whether the story consists of fair judgment, whether the ending is truly happy, whether anything that happened was worth it. For all the fantasy and the amazement, the intelligence – this isn't a fairy tale ( at least not of the modern happily ever after kind ). I can promise, though, that there will be excitement, love, and perhaps you, Dear Reader, will gain some understanding of our world.

Signed,
- Er Lii