Coshmoo is a 14 year old Indian boy who dreams of no war. He dreamed of everyone to become friends. In fact, this is a war between France and India, not harmonious. This is America's 18th century, an era of history turmoil. His tribes tried to keep neutrality during the war, but that was difficult. Coshmoo wants his family and tribes to be released from war. He lost his father in a battle a few years ago, which was a pain for him. Coshmoo dreams of a bear.
Al: Avi, there are two important things to understand: across the moon, then the dark side of the moon. They are two different things. The far end is far from the earth, the dark side is far from the sun. In our flight, the moon is about half the brightness, so about half a month there. So, there is a small space in the distance to the moon, I am covered with the earth and the sun. I see more stars than I thought. It really makes me want to know where you are in the universe and what we care about. When you see many stars you understand that you really are the sun and that those suns may have planets and all such things around them
Is the full moon so special? This is just a big opening. The darkness of the moon is only darkness. But between the two, when the moon is between the world of light and darkness and even the moon is at the edge ... the witch may be able to believe the moon. - It's alone in the sky, always alone, no one can change direction, nobody can turn to it. It is possible to hear the equally lonely people on the planet and infinite barking dogs through thousands of poems in zero-gravity ventilated ice. ("The story about the most important thing") - Yevgeny Zamyatin, Dragon: 15 stories
Like a meteor striking a stupid always, a fearless love hit a dwarf dreaming of the moon. My dream is a lie. The reality is also here. Like a full moon of light and darkness, I looked at her eyes and wondered where her light and darkness came from. I like her light. I have not noticed her dark yet. The mystery is avoiding me. That pain made me go far away. A conspiracy to ride on me. I am on the wave of emotion, I see her. Maybe the last time is the last time. A thin, eternal memory like air will stay with me. There is a problem like the mind I brought to her, there is an incomplete story, I told her -