Picture Story: The Harp

He was walking through the green, lush forest thinking to himself as he stumbled into a river surrounded by ancient trees. The river seemed very magical, flowing as if it were glass. Then all of a sudden he looked up to find what he had been looking for all of these years. It was a wooden harp sitting on a rock. It was painted gold, gleaming in the sunlight. So it's true he thought, it's really true.