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13. Old Oak Tree
For two
days Mika walked with growing excitement. When he
awoke each morning he jumped up and said, "Maybe
today I shall meet Gumba the Wise." On the second
night he could see Gumba's mountain just beyond
the trees. But he was so tired he could go no further
that evening. "Tomorrow...Tomorrow I shall see Gumba!"
He lay down beneath a mighty old oak tree and closed
his eyes.
Mika
heard the rustling of the wind blowing through the
leaves like distant voices. As he began to drift
off to sleep, the voices seemed to be whispering
stories. And in his dreams he saw those stories
passing before his mind's eye. They seemed like
entire lifetimes glimpsed in mere instants. Story
after story drifted by. Then he saw his own story,
and he jumped awake.
"Am
I just a line in an Endless Story?" he sighed. Then,
looking up, he saw Gumba's mountain, and the questions
washed away, filling him once again with anticipation.
 
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