Paresse’s Tribe
Paresse was prodded awake by one of her fifteen mates. Which one it was, she couldn’t tell, they all looked the same to her; she didn’t care about many things, she just did what her old mother told her to. Paresse groaned loudly and scared away the one who woke her. She reluctantly rose from her bed of leaves in her nice cozy cave and emerged to look out over her tribe. “Another beautiful day I could use to nap, going to waste,” she said quietly to herself. She sat on her high rock, waiting for a tribe member to bring her a problem she soooo loved to solve.
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