(Please don't be intimated, I am in fact an amateur writer-this is what I do...)
The voice drifts and curls into their ears, beautiful and ethereal and somewhat sad
"...and all the animals lay clawless and toothless before them..."
He emerges into a clearing, clear blue sky smiling down upon him, sun kissing her face. In the center of the clearing stands a girl, singing to the heavens, green eyes sharp and intelligent.
"...And they marveled at the pelts, not a bullet hole in them...and they filled up the cages with pets for their children."