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MidReal Story
Whispers of the Healing Hill
Scenario:写一篇《土坡上的狗尾巴草》小说
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Emily Carter
young girl with a passion for nature,friends with other protagonists,long brown hair,curious and compassionate.
Mark Jensen
local veterinarian and Emily's mentor,friends with Emily and Sarah,short black hair,wise and protective.
Sarah Lee
Emily's best friend and confidante,friends with Emily and Mark,curly red hair,loyal and adventurous.
The dogtail grass on the hill was much taller than I was.
I pushed my way through the thick stalks, dragging my cardboard box behind me.
"Be careful," Mark called from the top of the hill.
"Watch for snakes."
I nodded, even though he couldn't see me.
I'd been warned about snakes before.
Everybody in our town was warned about snakes.
I pushed my way up to the top of the hill, carrying my box.
The sun was hot, and the tall grass shaded little.
Mark sat in the shade of a scrubby oak tree, with Sarah beside him.
My best friend in the whole world, next to Mark.
"Did you find any?"
Mark asked.
I lifted the lid of my box, showing him the chrysalises I'd collected at the base of the hill.
"Nice," Sarah said.
"They're going to be monarchs?"
Mark looked them over carefully before nodding.
"Yes. Monarchs."
"What are you going to do with them?"
Emily placed the box of chrysalises gently on the ground.
"Let's build a small shelter for them," she suggested, glancing at Mark and Sarah.
Mark nodded, standing up and brushing off his jeans.
"Good idea," he agreed, his voice steady.
Sarah grinned, her eyes alight with excitement.
I grinned back at her, and we both followed Mark down the hill.
We gathered sticks and leaves, working together under the blazing sun.
I felt sweat trickle down my back, but ignored it.
The chrysalises were worth a little sweat.
I'd been searching for them for weeks, and had finally found them this morning in a small clearing at the base of the hill.
They were going to hatch soon, and I wanted to be there when they did.
I wanted to see the butterflies emerge from their cocoons and take their first flights.
It was going to be amazing.
The three of us worked together in silence for a few minutes, gathering materials and constructing a small lean-to shelter over the box of chrysalises.
Then a snake slithered through the grass nearby, causing Sarah to jump back with a yelp.
"It's okay," Mark said quickly, shooing the snake away with his boot.
"That was close," Sarah breathed, her eyes wide.
As the snake disappeared into the grass, a low rumble echoed from beneath the hill.
Mark froze, glancing at me with a mixture of confusion and concern.
"What's that?"
Emily asked, her brow furrowing.
I shrugged, glancing at Sarah.
Sarah shook her head, looking puzzled.
The rumble grew louder, and the ground began to vibrate beneath our feet.
Mark took a step back, his eyes fixed on the ground.
"It sounds like...tunnels," he said slowly.
Sarah and I exchanged a wide-eyed glance.
"Tunnels?"
I repeated.
The rumble grew even louder, and I could feel the vibrations through my boots now.
Suddenly an old man appeared from behind the oak tree.
His eyes were sharp and his hands trembled slightly as he held out a worn piece of paper.
"Tunnels," he whispered, glancing at the ground beneath us.
His voice was barely audible over the rumbling noise.
Mark's eyes narrowed slightly as he took the paper from the old man.
He studied it carefully for a moment before folding it and tucking it into his back pocket.
The rumbling grew even louder, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
I glanced at Emily and Mark, who both looked excited but also a little scared.
I hesitated, unsure of what to do next.
"Are you going in?"
the old man asked in a low voice.
