Noble

Light Ran quickly an up the cliff, He knocked over butterfly in exteme excitement, then he looked back at butterfly in the mud and grinned a little bit, afur that he started looking at the flagpoles for a second with curosity, but realized what they were for, and went to wait for the rest to come.

Light gave shardz a death glaze then opened his wings [Would...YOU PLEASE BE QUIET, I'm trying to hear what snap is saying!] he quickly closed his wings and walked away from shardz, then took out a notebook from his saddlebag He wrote some obversions about the ponies around him and put it back to watch the boats come in.

Light was at the end of the boat, when he saw the arrival point of the boat he moved to the side where the film crews and ponies were, them he made movements as to speak with his wings [i'm pondering why does this place isn't the fancy hotel I came here for?] light looked at the film crew and the other ponies with a frown, then gently walked on the island.

You got a rainbow that is made of lunas that are glued together *inserts galaxy*

Hello?, If this project is still open i may be able to provide some plot ideas among writing dialogue, this idea seems amazing

Why People Do Not Live Forever After Nanabush, the great Ojibway hero, created the world we know today, he did not stop to rest, because he wanted to do many things to help his good friends the birds and animals. For many years he lived alone, traveling hither and yon, and taking part in one adventure after another. There came a time when Nanabush began to feel restless and unhappy. Although he had done many fine things - often at the command of Gitchi-Manitou, the Great Spirit, as the Ojibway call God the Creator - now he felt dissatisfied, and troubled in his mind. One night, as Nanabush lay sleeping in his lodge, he heard a voice calling him. For awhile the voice puzzled him, until at length he realized it was Gitchi-Manitou, the Great Spirit speaking to him. ‘In the morning,’ the voice said, ‘You are to walk to the east until you come to a swift flowing river. Do not hesitate or stop when you come to it, but walk straight across on top of the water. On the far bank, you will find something wonderful waiting for you.’ In the morning, when Nanabush awoke, he remembered instantly what Gitchi-Manitou had said, and he proceeded to carry out the strange instructions. He walked toward the east. He walked all morning, wondering how far away the river might be. At noon, when the sun was high overhead, he heard the sound of the water ahead of him. A few minutes later, he saw the river he was seeking. The water ran so swiftly that Nanabush became terrified at the very sight of it, foaming white as it dashed against the treacherous rocks, with ugly, currents and whirlpools that would surely suck him under the surface. He stopped. Then he remembered what the voice of Gitchi-Manitou had said, he looked across the river. There stood a beautiful maiden, smiling and beckoning him to walk across to her. Nanabush stepped cautiously into the river, and to his surprise found himself walking safely on the surface. Indeed, the water did not even wet the soles of his moccasins. Quickly he reached the far shore, and the girl spoke. ‘I am your wife, Nanabush. Gitchi-Manitou has sent me down to you.’ Nanabush felt great happiness. Now he knew why he had been sad and dissatisfied. He had needed a family of his own, just like his friends the birds and animals, but the reason for his unhappiness had never occurred to him. Nanabush and his wife settled down by the river where they had met, and built their own lodge. As the years passed, they raised many children who, when they grew up, became the first Ojibway Indians. But Nanabush’s children were not like their father in one respect. When they were grown up, they gradually grew older and older, while Nanabush never seemed to age a single day. When he had completed all his good works to the earth and come through his last adventure, the Great Spirit took them away - far away - into the west, to rule the Land of the Spirits. They were the first true human beings and they could not live forever. Neither could their children’s children live forever, any more than we can today. This is because Nanabush, by hesitating for a moment before crossing the swift, flowing river to meet his wife, had doubted the word of Gitchi-Manitou, the Great Spirit.

There came a time, the Ojibway story tellers say, when Nanabush was at war with Waub-Ameek, the Giant Beaver. Just why they began to quarrel no one really knows, but the fact remains that for many months Nanabush pursued Waub-Ameek all through the north country. He followed his trail from lake to lake, down rushing rivers and across the swampy marshlands. Waub-Ameek was a magician too, and Nanabush soon discovered that he was just as cunning and tireless as he was. Now at the time this story took place, Nanabush was living with his grandmother, Nokomis. In spite of her age, she was quite able to keep up with the pace set by her grandson, but finally even the two of them became discouraged. They had followed the trail right to the great inland body of water we now know as Lake Superior, and there the trail had petered out. They stood and gazed out over the rippling blue waters, as sad as they could be, for Waub-Ameek had disappeared without a trace. They had been traveling for so long that they were both very, very tired, and so they decided to build a wigwam and rest. They gathered the poles and stitched together great sheets of birch bark, and soon were living comfortably in their new home. They spent the next few days fishing and basking in the warm sun. They had been in their new home about a week when it suddenly occurred to Nanabush that the level of the water in the lake was rising. He noticed that the rocks along the water’s edge, which had been quite visible when they had first arrived, were now several inches under water. ‘This is a strange thing.’ he said when he mentioned the matter to Nokomis, ‘I must find out what is causing the water to rise.’ He began to walk along the shore of the lake, toward the eastern end where the lake narrows at the approach to Lake Huron. As he reached the narrows, Nanabush looked ahead - and stood in stock still in surprise! For there, ahead of him, was a freshly built dam of giant proportions, stretching right across the narrows. ‘Aha!’ Nanabush exclaimed. ‘So that is why the water has been rising. Waub-Ameek has built a giant dam. Well, we will soon fix that!’ He took one more look at the long pile of sticks and rocks and mud which was holding back the waters of Lake Superior, and then ran back to his grandmother. ‘Nokomis.’ he shouted. ‘I’ve found the trail of Waub-Ameek again! He’s damned up the waters at the head of the lake, and I know he must be hiding somewhere nearby. I want you to sit on his dam and wait for him to appear. I shall walk around the lake, and when I find him. I’ll drive him toward you. It may take several days, but you must keep your eyes open. As soon as he knows we’ve found his trail again, he’ll try to escape, so do not let yourself fall asleep.’ Nokomis ran to the dam, taking up a position where she was able to see far down into the waters, while Nanabush began his journey around the shore of the lake. In a few minutes he disappeared from sight and Nokomis kept her watch as the hours slowly rolled by. The sun moved down toward the west and finally disappeared. The hours of darkness stretched out, and Nokomis thought they would never end, but the sun finally appeared again in the east, and slowly mounted in the sky. Nokomis began to feel sleepy, but forced herself to stay awake. The sun set for the second time, and the old woman wondered how she would be able to keep awake for the second night. Without knowing it, her head began to nod. Suddenly she sat bolt upright. She heard a sound of quite splashing. She jumped to her feet and ran along the top of the dam and there, ahead of her was the giant form of Waub-Ameek. She raced toward him. As he had just looked up, he had recognized her, and turned to dive back down into the water, but Nokomis' nimble fingers were too quick for him and she managed to grab his broad, flat tail and hold on to it tightly. Waub-Ameek struggled mightily, but he could not shake off the fingers of old Nokomis. He flailed the water with all his might, but to no avail. He could not escape. Nokomis called aloud to Nanabush, but there were no sounds in the night save the splashing of Waub-Ameek. She called and called again, but her grandson was probably many miles away. She clung on tightly to Waub - Ameek’s tail, hoping against hope that Nanabush would appear and help pull the giant beaver out onto the land. Now Waub - Ameek, as we have said, was very cunning. It did not take him long to realize that, although Nokomis had a firm hold on his tail, the old woman did not have the strength to pull him out of the water. He thought for a moment, and a plan of escape came into his mind. He twisted his body around and with his teeth and fore paws, began to burrow a hole through the great dam he had built. It was hard and unpleasant work, but he kept at it doggedly. The hours passed, and in the east, the first faint streaks of light appeared. Then suddenly, there was a loud gurgling noise and the great dam quivered. Waub - Ameek had burrowed right through his dam! The gurgle became louder and louder and turned into a roar. The dam began to tremble, and then shook violently. One instant more and the dam gave away. With a mighty roar the waters rushed through the hole, carrying with them the mass of sticks, great lumps of clay, and mud and boulders. Fortunately, Nokomis realized what was happening and despite her weariness, stepped back out of danger. As she did Waub - Ameek gave a mighty tug and wrenched his tail from her hands. In an instant, he was free again, and swam far down beneath the surface of the water, where he was carried along by the mighty current. When the sun rose, Nokomis, feeling sadder than she had for many a day, looked up, vainly hoping that she might catch a glimpse of Waub - Ameek. The Giant Beaver was now several miles away, but Nokomis beheld a wondrous sight. There, in front of her, in the narrows between the two lakes, the large mass of sticks and clay and mud and boulders had come to rest. They formed a maze of islands, stretching out for miles, further than the eye can see in the narrow channel between Lake Huron and Lake Superior. This chain of islands that came from the great dam of Waub - Ameek is called the Thirty Thousand Islands. Poor Nokomis stood, cold and tired in the early morning light, staring at the amazing sight, and did not hear Nanabush approach her. He was panting as though he had run a great distance. He saw in an instant what had happened. ‘Poor Nokomis.’ he said tenderly,’Do not worry. No one could hope to hold the tail of Waub - Ameek alone day after day. I was still searching for him when I saw the waters of the lake suddenly drop. I knew what must have happened. Now you must have some sleep and then we will take up the trail of the Giant Beaver again.’ Nanabush and his grandmother never did catch up with Waub - Ameek again. They found signs of him here and there, and the trail led them along the Great Lake. They followed the shoreline, past Lake Huron and Lake St.Clair, past Lake Erie and Lake Ontario. They traveled further east then they had ever traveled before, following the mighty St.Lawrence River to its mouth, right to the Atlantic Ocean itself. They stood on the sea shore, and looked out to the east, over the rolling waves of the water that seemed to have no other shore. They were about to turn around and trace their way to their home in the north country when they heard a shout, a shout that seemed like a cry of triumph. They looked out over the ocean once again, and there, far out to sea, they saw the head of Waub - Ameek, bobbing above the waves. Nanabush laughed. He cupped his hands over his mouth and shouted: ‘Come back, Waub - Ameek, come back! You are too cunning for me to catch. Let us make peace and let us be friends. I want to have you as a friend.’ And so Waub - Ameek returned to the north country and became the friend of Nanabush and old Nokomis. In his own way, Waub - Ameek created the Beaver we know today, and taught them how to make dams such as the one he had made at the narrows between Lake Huron and Lake Superior, though of course on a much smaller scale.

For the Ojibway/Anishinabe people, the legend is as follows. Long ago, after the Great Mystery, or Kitchi-Manitou, first peopled the earth, the Anishinabe, or Original People, strayed from their harmonious ways and began to argue and fight with one another. Brother turned against brother and soon the Anishinabe were killing one another over hunting grounds and others disagreements. Seeing that harmony, brotherhood, sisterhood, and respect for all living things no longer prevailed on Earth, Kitchi-Manitou decided to purify the Earth. He did this with water. The water came in the form of a great flood, or mush-ko'-be-wun', upon the Earth destroying the Anishinabe people and most of the animals as well. Only Nanaboozhoo, the central figure in many of the Anishinabe oral traditions, was able to survive the flood, along with a few animals and birds who managed to swim and fly. Nanaboozhoo floated on a huge log searching for land, but none was to be found as the Earth was now covered by the great flood. Nanaboozhoo allowed the remaining animals and birds to take turns resting on the log as well. Finally, Nanaboozhoo spoke. "I am going to do something," he said. "I am going to swim to the bottom of this water and grab a handful of earth. With this small bit of Earth, I believe we can create a new land for us to live on with the help of the Four Winds and Kitchi-Manitou." So Nanaboozhoo dived into the water and was gone for a long time. Finally he surfaced, and short of breath told the animals that the water is too deep for him to swim to the bottom. All were silent. Finally, Mahng, the Loon spoke up. "I can dive under the water for a long way, that is how I catch my food. I will try to make it to the bottom and return with some Earth in my beak." The Loon disappeared and was gone for a very long time. Surely, thought the others, the Loon must have drowned. Then they saw him float to the surface, weak and nearly unconscious. "I couldn't make it, there must be no bottom to this water," he gasped. Then Zhing-gi-biss, the helldiver came forward and said "I will try next, everyone knows I can dive great distances." So the helldiver went under. Again, a very long time passed and the others thought he was surely drowned. At last he too floated to the surface. He was unconscious, and not till he came to could he relate to the others that he too was unable to fetch the Earth from the bottom. Many more animals tried but failed, including Zhon-gwayzh', the mink, and even Mi- zhee-kay", the turtle. All failed and it seemed as though there was no way to get the much needed Earth from the bottom. Then a soft muffled voice was heard. "I can do it," it spoke softly. At first no one could see who it was that spoke up. Then, the little Wa- zhushk", muskrat stepped forward. "I'll try," he repeated. Some of the other, bigger, more powerful animals laughed at muskrat. Nanaboozhoo spoke up. "Only Kitchi-Manitou can place judgment on others. If muskrat wants to try, he should be allowed to." So, muskrat dove into the water. He was gone much longer than any of the others who tried to reach the bottom. After a while Nanaboozhoo and the other animals were certain that muskrat had give his life trying to reach the bottom. Far below the water's surface, muskrat, had in fact reached the bottom. Very weak from lack of air, he grabbed some Earth in his paw and with all the energy he could muster began to swim for the surface. One of the animals spotted muskrat as he floated to the surface. Nanaboozhoo pulled him up onto the log. "Brothers and sisters," Nanaboozhoo said, "muskrat went too long without air, he is dead." A song of mourning and praise was heard across the water as muskrat's spirit passed on to the spirit world. Suddenly Nanaboozhoo exclaimed, "Look, there is something in his paw!" Nanaboozhoo carefully opened the tiny paw. All the animals gathered close to see what was held so tightly there. Muskrat's paw opened and revealed a small ball of Earth. The animals all shouted with joy. Muskrat sacrificed his life so that life on Earth could begin anew. Nanaboozhoo took the piece of Earth from Muskrat's paw. Just then, the turtle swam forward and said, "Use my back to bear the weight of this piece of Earth. With the help of Kitchi-Manitou, we can make a new Earth." Nanaboozhoo put the piece of Earth on the turtle's back. Suddenly, the wind blew from each of the Four Directions, The tiny piece of Earth on the turtle's back began to grow. It grew and grew and grew until it formed a mi- ni-si', or island in the water. The island grew larger and larger, but still the turtle bore the weight of the Earth on his back. Nanaboozhoo and the animals all sang and danced in a widening circle on the growing island. After a while, the Four Winds ceased to blow and the waters became still. A huge island sat in the middle of the water, and today that island is known as North America. Traditional Indian people, including the Ojibway, hold special reverence for the turtle who sacrificed his life and made life possible for the Earth's second people. To this day, the muskrat has been given a good life. No matter that marshes have been drained and their homes destroyed in the name of progress, the muskrat continues to survive and multiply. The muskrats do their part today in remembering the great flood; they build their homes in the shape of the little ball of Earth and the island that was formed from it.

Many years ago, there lived in the Ojibway encampment at the mouth of the Aministiqua River, a beautiful young Indian maiden, beloved by all, and talented in the art of handicrafts. Many beautiful gifts were fashioned by the clever fingers of White Dove. White Dove made some lovely gifts of silver, found that summer on a trip to Silver Island. Two days before the great Indian feast of Thanksgiving, White Dove and her lover, Nanokarsi, set out to take the ornaments of silver to White Dove's grandmother, who lived a day's journey away in the foothills of the "Nor-Westers" mountain range. Taking only a light lunch for their midday meal, the young couple bid their families goodbye, promising to return in time for the great feast. Shortly after they had finished their noon lunch, they were unpleasantly surprised by a chilling gust of wind. Immediately Nanokarsi climbed to the top of a giant pine tree and looking north saw billows of black, ominous clouds. Fearful of the storm, he urged White Dove to run as fast as her legs could carry her but they had gone only a short distance, when the storm burst upon them in all its fury! The wind howled about them, whipping the heavy snow into enormous drifts and blinding their vision. They wandered hopelessly until nightfall. Then cold, exhausted and hungry, they laid down in the shelter of a large rock, embracing each other to share their body warmth. The Thanksgiving Feast was at its height when the old Chief, Running Deer, solemnly announced the two had not returned and that he feared they were lost in the storm. All the braves volunteered to go in search of them. After four days the searchers came upon the couple, still embraced, but sleeping the Great Sleep, from which there is no awakening! The braves knelt beside them and called upon Nanna Bijou, their Spirit God, to breathe new life in their bodies. The Great Spirit told them he could not bring them back as they were now in the home of the Great Manitou, neither could he forbid the Snow Spirit to come again. Nanna Bijou did, however, promise he would give them a sign that would forever warn them of the Snow Spirit approaching and, if heeded, would bring them no harm. As the braves watched, they were amazed to see the bodies of White Dove and Nanokarsi slowly disappear into the snow and, there where they had lain, appeared two pretty little soft grey birds with striped heads! As they flew into the air, they darted from left to right, making the snowy plumage of their breasts and under their wings and tail quite visible to the on-looker. Where these birds come from, or where they go, no-one knows, but when you see them swirling and darting around in large flocks, take heed, for as surely as night follows day, SNOW is not very far away!

Can i ask, When does Unicorn + pegusus + changeling= alicorn?