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Faen Chapter 1,2 (Animal tf school)

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Chapter 1:Mistlemount Park
Outside the car, the wind and snow whipped against the wind screen, hail pounding heavily on the car roof. Faen sat gloomily, frowning at the heavy snow descending over car.
“Sweetie, would you like something warm to drink?” Mrs Ardell asked her daughter.
“No, I just want to be free of this stuffy car,” Faen grumbled.
The whole Ardell family had just been relocated to a new town after the family had lost their only source of income , Mr Ardell had recently gone missing and the family had moved to live with their grandmother in Mistlemount  Park, a small town deep in the heartlands of the Evergreen forest.
Thump! Thump!*Yank*
The car groaned and there was a sudden lurch and the car has being moved from where it was stuck in a ditch filled with frozen water.
Faen then caught a glimpse of brown fur through the misted window.
The car is free and they can continue their journey. Mrs. Ardell was silent for the whole trip.
Chapter 2:Grandma's cottage
It was evening by the time they finally reached the small town of Mistlemount Park. Grandma was at the door wearing a thin coat made of feathers and she was almost completely covered in snow.
Faen wondered, ‘Feathers? That coat isn't very thick, isn't she cold? Wait a minute, I don’t feel much of a difference in the cold, I'm literally sweating. This is weird.’
“Come in, Djur,” she ushered us in. Her cottage consisted of a small kitchen, a living room, and a bed filled with hay and is that grass?
“Gör det bekvämt, I’ll make some hot choklad,” Grandma limped into the kitchen with her walking stick. She claims its made from the old oak tree that once grew in her backyard.
She came back with hard choklad and a saucepan, she lit the fire place in the living room and placed the saucepan above the warm fire.
“Hämta mjölken, its on the countertop,” she extended her long bony fingers, that resemble the thick clawed talons of a bird.
“Ja mormor.” Faen did was she was told and returned with the milk.
“Now who wants to hear a story?” the old lady smiled. “It’s a special one.”
The old lady’s eyes twinkled as she began to sing.
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