couldn't see much, because the rain ran over the outsiders and distorted the picture. He recognized the light brown-green area of ​​the valley floor, the gray-gray path and a dark, almost black stone about the size of a foot near the entrance.
The strange noise rang out again and Tomas almost froze. The stone MOVED! And it wasn't a stone either, which was busily shuffling around behind the hazy surface of rain. It was obviously a small, black animal ... with a yellow bandana.Simon jumped back and wanted to rush to the door. However, he hadn't counted on the guide, which was standing next to the door and which he almost crashed into. This recognized the intention and held up an arm like a barrier.
"Stop honored guest! Not going outside! Very wet! Not healthy! Getting cold!"
"To hell with cold ..." muttered Simon, pushed past him without further ado and pushed the door open. He was kind of surprised that his father didn't call him back, but he was probably just making out with his camera. It was pouring outside like in the monsoon. The rain fell from the sky in such masses that Simon was completely soaked in five seconds. But he didn't mind. He peered left and right, shielding his eyes with his hand against the rain, but nothing of the small, black animal could be seen. Now he started walking. First down the path, in the direction from which they had come. For ten minutes, but he saw nothing but mud and stones.What did he expect? Chinese dresses or a panda? Nonsense ... what he had seen was simply an illusion, caused by the reflective, hazy curtain of rainwater. And besides: no wonder. For two days he had been surrounded by the Ranma 1/2 scenery, which could not have been better imitated. He went back slowly. He was now wet except for the pants but the rain wasn't freezing. Cold, but almost refreshing in the warm air. Tomas leaned back, closed his eyes and opened his mouth. With arms outstretched he stood in the rain, his face turned to the sky and enjoyed the cool water on his skin and in his mouth. At some point he spat out the water and shook himself like a dog that comes from swimming. He involuntarily opened his eyes.
He saw nothing special, of course, but something strange nonetheless. To his left, a kind of strap hung down about six feet, like from a school bag or travel bag.Tomas grabbed it but only when he jumped up could he grasp the strap and pull it down. He would almost have been killed by a heavy packet that rushed past him and thundered into the mud, then a thick cloth lay over his head and covered him. Tomas waved my poor man and pulled the tissue from my head. He was holding a kind of robe in his hands. Made of thick fabric and incredibly heavy. It was white and had multicolored marks embroidered on it. TOmas blinked. He had seen this cutter before today ... He looked down. And there on a huge backpack lay some Chinese clothes, a combat suit, a dark white bandana and a large, red umbrella in the Japanese style.

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sequel follows
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[i]Well, that would be the first chapter of my FF. I hope that you like it and that I get a few clerks ... that would help me enormously with my writing!
See you soon!
signed: MUTM