THERE WAS ONCE A LAKE IN A RICH,GREEN VALLEY SURROUNDED BY BLUE HILLS AND FORESTS. WHERE LIVED A KIND OLD TURTLE. HE WAS FREINDLY WITH ALL THE ANIMALS, FOR HE WAS A GREAT TALKER!HIS BEST FRIENDS WERE A PAIR OF SWANS.

WHEN THE SUN SET BEHIND THE BLUE HILLS,THE VALLEY WOULD GLOW WITH THE ORANGE LIGHTOF DUSK.

THE TURTLE WOULD CRAWL UP ON TO THE BANK. THE SWANS WOULD WADDLE UP BESIDE HIM. THEN , THE TURTLE WOULD ASK,"MY FRIENDS TELL ME ABOUT TE THINGS YOU HAVE SEEN AND HEARD IN OTHER SIDE OF THE BLUE MOUNTAINS.

AND THE THREE FRIENDS WOULD SETTLE DOWN TO A LONG CHAT. LIFE WENT ON PEACEFULLY IN THE VALLEY FROM SEASON TO SEASON. WHAT THE DELIGHTFUL PLACE IT WAS!

THEN ONE YEAR SOME THING TERRIBLE HAPPENED THE RAINS FAILED AND THE LAKE BECOME TO DRY UP.

THE GREEN GRASS OF THE VALLEY TURNED BROWN AND THE EARTH AROUND THE LAKE BECAME PARCHED. SOON THE LAKE WAS THE SIZE OF THE DIRTY PUDDLE.

"WE ARE LEAVING IN THE MORNING WE'RE OFF TO THE GREAT LAKE. WE'RE SORRY YOU CAN'T FLY OTHER WISE YOU COULD COE WITH US."