JOURNEY OF THE FIRST TAMA-ARTIST: CHAPTER 10
I dream of Jack O'Lanterns. Each of their faces is more hunting than other —it's hard to compare. In addition, dried sticks are connected to them, making them take humanoid forms, but there are gnarled in uneven ways.
The seven are carrying a purple coffin, big enough to fit ten humans. Moreover, they struggle from the weight, and sway around the selcouth mountain path filled with unusual mammals.
"Ce Soir Ma belle!" A bunny that stretched like a snake called.
"Vakomana madii!" Shouted an elephant with extra noses instead of a tusk.
"Votsek! Bomboclat!" A four legged eagle roared.
More beasts continue to call the Jack O'Lanterns. Although their tone is somewhat rude on most parts, I can tell they love whatever is in the coffin —they use other languages, but that is obvious.
