The Shanofen’s wings rose and fell in rhythm with a song playing in his head. Higher and higher he flew, and then, turning, he plunged back toward the Great Pond, far below. The warm summer air rushed by the bird’s body, pressing his colorful feathers toward the sky while he clutched his wings to his sides. Just as his beak was about to plunge into the waters of the Great Pond, the Shanofen spread his wings to soar up and out over the land.
Below him, in the hamlet of Halliwell, villagers and visitors hurried along as they noisily arranged shops and booths, hung flower garlands and prepared for a great celebration. Halliwell’s famous Fountain gushed with great enthusiasm at one end of the town Square. The Shanofen’s heart smiled, for he loved the village.
He turned his gaze to the mountains and the fertile valleys and thick lush forests...