Little Goat Mountain the poem that took place of a mountain

Xan had seen a willow in the woods, but he knew not where to find them outside of his home. He couldn’t remember having seen any whilst traveling, but had a good idea at where to start. A willow was a tree, and trees made up forests, so, with that logic, he could totally find one in a nearby woods. At least, he hoped he could, because the sooner he got this done the sooner she’d forgive him.

Prompted to take the lead, he did just that, having turned away from the both of them and began heading towards the nearest forest. He was wary about having someone follow behind him, but pushed passed the feeling in favour of locating the evil tree. Not knowing where he was going, it was unknown just how long it would take, but he’d keep at it until it was found and the bark could be taken back to Ocra.

whispers let's wrap this uppp