The story itself is not long, as long as an eternity can be. There lived in a place that once was or could be. Within that unknown time, the sounds of joy sprang forth running through sprites and trees. Each day was filled with joy and peace.

A young gopher named Peter ran around as he grazed upon what he found. Such a happy friend, a good little one. Smiles abound as he moves through his day, chipper and poised. There was never a thought in his mind that was contrary to what he was doing.

Alas! Coming up to a tree, little Peter found himself confused. The tree was too large. Of course, he could try, always he could as he was able and strong, but the tiring days of his prior were a reproach upon his soul.

"Now, now," he thought to himself. "Let us try to see what may be held within such a stalwart visage."

Although Peter was an able and, if you asked him himself, a fairly adept Gopher, he would say that he was a bit shy. Never quite the one to do more than was needed. But today, oh, no, today he was a star.

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Moving up he climbed, oh and did he climb. Each step a gale in his mind, the joy and pride of chance and change. What could be seen? What would be known? It is hard to say truly.

Little Peter walked and trotted, moved and galloped, each step clip clop fumble and bubble did he move with whatever possible disposition could be mustered.

Alas! The final branch to his praise pried deep and no, he did not have it... Did he? The final ounce of effort, (acorns rustling in the breeze as oak trees and birds chirped) "yes, yes!" he thought to himself. It may be more than he had before, but an effort due diligence and a will worth the wait.

There is nothing so quite beautiful then a time spent to find the greatest haul, the one a critter amongst them all could find in them all.

Sturdy and strong, the tree waved and bellowed. Each step holding to his knocking and clocking clicking and clacking, did he move as he thought so to himself "This, this today will be a day where I climb this tree!"

To his encroachment, a beautiful bewitchment upon said development, did he find he found himself upon said tree. "Yes!" crying in glee. The words calling forth with reverence and glee. "I found my place and stride I do set. For I am Peter! a Gopher of good respect," so he quipped.

Soon the tally was due told, and the time ran old. Sleepy and tired from his journey up, Peter, the gopher, happy and stout, strut no more as he lay in rest.

"Too soon, I must see, the nightingale for myself and thee" as he soon fell upon himself to rest in such slumber, the hallowing gale of the trees asunder.

Yes, Peter will sleep, what magical journeys in Talestria will he seek?