So all hope appeared to be gone. The sparkle in my eyes vanished as I had accepted the harsh reality that this was going to be the place I would die. Sitting in my room that was blown to the top of the Andes by a freak level four twister. I began to shiver violently and I could feel that life was gradually leaving me as I clinged on to survive. I strange roar was heard in the distance, perhaps I was going crazy due to the cold but suddenly something approached. A baby Liger! He used his great skills in magic and returned everything back to normal. What a wonderful Liger, I decided to stay with me and I called him Mandrake.

It’s been a while since I’ve written any thing. I’m sorry, please forgive me once again. I promise I have a very good reason. I don’t have much of an adventure story to tell this time, more of a survival of the fittest in turbulent nature. A few days ago the sun did not wake me as it tends to do often, nor did the sounds of people in town bustling about getting ready for work – something was off. I eventually arose from my slumber but as soon as my mind was fully awake I knew something was off. I went to my window and discovered I was spinning violently in the middle of a level four twister. For those of you who don’t know much about twisters, that’s pretty large. So what could I do but just wait for it to set me down someplace. Perhaps this was the end I began to think to myself. The only thing to do was to sit and wait, for three days I spun and spun. I actually got used to the spinning it’s when it stopped I had problems – anyhow. On the third day it stopped, and my brain was still spinning. Disoriented I opened the door to my room to discover that my room had been torn away from my home and I was now standing on the top of the Andes. The journey back would be perilous, needless to say I am back but that is another story.

— to be continued…