The trees that see the madness clearer
shall bow before the sacred mirror
And in the valley of the whale
a spinner who is very frail
Will send help to those in need of much
Unless of course their ancestor is Dutch
They looked up from the crinkled old paper.
"Well, that was cryptic." She stated bluntly. The others nervously nodded. "What are we going to do?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Go home and eat some soup?" He questioned in false hope.
"Let's go!" She yelled and took off running. The others rolled their eyes but still followed after the girl with the blue cloak.