User blog:Mara the Otterwarrior

Alas, me idle un's gather round before you drift away to sleep. For a good story you shall here from me, Mara the Otter. Listen close and think again next time you'll see me(now abbey dibbons do not know that Mara will be leaving in the night alone). Hush now here we go.

A strange, strong,brave idle'un
My story starts at the island of Corishma(cor-ish-may) an Otter island or a holt. On a warm,sunny,calm day Mara opened her little eyes. Her mum and dad were amased at how their daughter was brave.