The splash of children mixed with the fare of sound of the waves on the beach this far inland on the island they were just a wisper, a calm but constant reminder of the outside world. Not that any of the cubs cared to wax philosophical as they cannon balled into the small inlet mountains painting a paradise background of tropical beauty. Shaded From the harsh days sun by the shadow of the massive arch that gave the Island chain its name, Paradise Archipelago.

In the water Little TreBor joined the group of cubs treasure hunting. The white colt a surprisingly good swimmer thanks to his flat hooves a blessing in the water and a curse on land. holding onto a pool noodle they were trying to use to mark the Treasures location if they found it the little one kicked his hooves and dove again bobbing with the foam gripped opening his eyes he could see the other two cubs moving around something at the bottom. peering harder he saw they had found the chest and with a smile began to kick his way towards them and place the marker. How the cubs would move the heavy chest was a completely different matter but like all young children thoughts of difficulty were pushed aside for the fun of the adventure.

Art By  TaviMunk