Nana Ana’s Secret Hideout, conclusion

Tropical waters. Lustrous sands. A patch of palms and seaside grasses. The tiny island, its bungalow and the surrounding waters were encircled by a stone fence like a Frisbee in a kiddy pool - a magical costal locale in the middle of the Norwegian wilderness. Nana's island bungalow. Anders almost dropped the panda cub. "It's an actual island." Beside him, Eirik grinned. "Indeed," … Continue reading Nana Ana’s Secret Hideout, conclusion

Nana Ana’s Secret Hideout, pt. 5

Anders couldn't sprint for much longer. After 250 meters of adrenaline-fueled flight, he and Eirik desperately closed in on the cottage's slate grey door on the far side of the field. They shouted - screaming 'hello,' hoping someone was home. Neither stole a glance behind them. They didn't need to. They knew it was still there because the panda that Eirik carried … Continue reading Nana Ana’s Secret Hideout, pt. 5