This Ulog starts out with the story called 'Teardrops' I wrote to go along with the doodle I made for @phantum04's #Ulog Doodle Contest |Week 3 : Theme "Tears". I hope you enjoy it.

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Teardrops

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Spunk hid in the corner wasting away, all alone as he was. He knew he looked different than all the others but he still felt the same hurts, happiness, and blahness as us all.

He just wanted to be the normal one, the one that looked like the rest but life had not made him this way so he hid better than the best.

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On a fateful day, one Summer morn, Spunk decided he needed to change. This hiding was becoming for the birds as they were now nesting on his head. The chirping from the baby birds was giving him a headache, so off he started to walk. To find a safe place to lay the nest was all he could think about.

Ten feet tall with a bright patch of red hair, made for a stunning sight. Add in the nest of purple martins perched, as they were, on his head, drew looks from all around.

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A tiny tear made its way down Spunk's face and fell to the ground.

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On he went, walking through the barren land, to the forest he knew was due South from which he came. The sun beat down and more tears were shed as Spunk needed water and shade. Straightforward he went, never looking back determined to find the birds a new home.

As the sun was setting, Spunk came to the edge of the forest. One last huge tear leaked from his eye to hit the dry, dry ground.

One mile into the forest he finally stopped. Taking the largest breath Spunk could, slowly, steadily, he lifted the nest off his bright red head. Up went his long, long, arms, as high as he could reach. From tippy, tippy toes to fingertips, he gently set down the nest on the branches of the tallest tree around.

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The birds, all eight, thanked him from the bottom of their hearts, asking him to stay as they had grown quite fond of him. Spunky knew this wasn't to be. As much as he liked the family of birds, he needed to eat more than worms. He said his goodbyes, turned and started making his way back to the Village he called home.

Reaching the edge of the forest, once more, he stopped dead in his tracks. Looking this way and that, he made sure he was in the correct place he had come in. There was no denying he was in the exact same place he had entered the forest by looking at the position of the stars, he knew he was facing due North.

Spunk's first step forward had his bare feet sinking down into the softest green grass there would ever be found. Staring straight ahead, he slowly made his way forward to the natural spring fed pond, in the exact place his last teardrop had fallen. Sinking slowly to his knees, he reaches forward, cupped his hands, dipping them into the pond. Hands now full of the coolest wet, he brought it to his lips and drank the purest water in the land.

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Thirst finally quenched, Spunk finally looked further past the pond to find his trail home was now a beautiful path surrounded by shade trees with a bubbling creek running alongside. Flowers bloomed, grass grew, while animals came out of hiding to search thought this new wonder they now found part of their home.

You see, the selfless act performed by Spunk would have been the death of him. He knew when he set off, seven days ago, he would never make it back alive. Not drinking water for thirteen days his body would have withered away. Spunks upbringing and the duty he knew was his, in protecting the family of purple martins, on his head, taking precedence over all.

It didn't hurt he came from very special parents in the end. 😇

The End~

^{By @snook}

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Today Started, as Mondays do, with Creatives' Coffee Hour which always brings a smile to my face. From there I did some cleaning, not much so don't feel that sorry for me. 😁

Next on my list was editing @enginewitty's Pants are Optional. The editing of those podcasts take a lot of time but to me, they are so worth it. I really love interviewing everyone I have and all the laughs along the way. I just need to work on not saying 'You know' quite so much! It really would make editing go so much faster!

While waiting for videos to render, upload, fix the spelling of the already uploaded video, rendering it again, and uploading once again, I drew the photo above. To be very honest it was going to be mountains and a river full of tears. Honest, I have no reason to lie.

What came out was Spunk's smile and his last teardrop in the story above, that wrote itself in my head, as I doodled during the time the videos were video-ing.

From waking up this morning with a huge smile on my face, thanks to @artemisnorth for trusting me once again, going with the flow of my crazy thoughts, and doing our new show (I hope) First World Problems With Artemisnorth and Snook on DLive to finally writing a story that makes me smile, I can not ask for a better day.

Thank you, everyone, that was a part of it. Let's hope tomorrow is as wonderful!!

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