Strange booming noises were heard by the village residents.
People celebrate in strange ways, the visitors thought.
The next day all was quiet. Streets gently populated with people, cars, cyclists and self-driving cars.
The river was swollen and flowing faster than we’d seen for months
The fruit harvest had been, well…fruitful. The goat’s milk was abundant. The wild greens grew everywhere as if the countryside were a grocery store.
Near the top of the mountain three people were scheming, and the people below them, in the village beside the river, were unaware of the plans that were being hatched.
A hundred years later, everyone from all the neighboring lands wanted to move to the village.
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