But now, the story must go on. Let's move on and up a mountain where a hut stood and a family of six lived in.
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It was winter when it all happened, one cold dreary evening. Naruki, the first born and boy of the five children living alone with their mother, stood in front of their hut with a basket full of coal hung on his shoulders like a bag. 'Are you want to go today? The weather is so bad'. His mother asked as she pit the last lump of coal into the basket.' Of course I am' he smiled at her, his red hair glistening with snow. 'Or we wouldn't have any food to eat tomorrow'. Just then, three blurs shot from around the corner of the hut to stand guard in front of him.' We want to follow you'! They chimed. He smiled at them kindly 'no, sorry you can't. But I'll get you something when I come back'. Immediately their faces lit up again and they bid him goodbye. On his way down, he met his sister, Kirumi with their baby brother tied to her back. Kirumi- sweet, patient and kind. Never asking for anything not even a new dress- smiled IP at him and told him she'd put their youngest sibling to sleep for he'd have been sure to cru when he- Naruki- left for the village below. Every body loves you Naruki' he laughed, his warm red eyes, twinkling with mirth, and promised to be back soon.
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