Aszomog huffed with disgust.

The other is like an old big trees boar so big and old its tusks have grown into its brain.

Aszomog moves on hardly a whisper in the tall grass, tall grass is noisy.

Aszomog travels long, lime cave is far smalls sleep deep now.

Aszomog is careful smalls don't shift little fingers don't grip strong when sleep.

Aszomog smells the clear night.

Aszomog will miss the biggs Sam and Sally.

Aszomog runs and runs The nasty Other is left far behind.

Aszomog sees the sky brighten the stars fade.

Aszomog feels the smalls beginning to wake.

Aszomog stops and puts the smalls down.

Aszomog takes the tall grass and makes a big twist nest for the smalls.

Aszomog takes small branches from the small big sack.

Aszomog makes a little fire stack in the place empty from the nest.

Aszomog takes a fire stone from the small big sack.

Aszomog puts hate into the fire stone.

Aszomog has more than enough to light a small fire.

Aszomog takes the little jumping grass eater out of the small big sack.

Aszomog takes the fur and guts from the little jumping grass eater with a claw.

Aszomog puts the little jumping grass eater on a small branch

Aszomog puts the little jumping grass eater over the fire.

Aszomog eats the guts they are yummy.

Aszomog puts the skin in the small big sack.

Aszomog takes a small sack from the small big sack.

Aszomog sprinkles yummy rock dust on the cooking jumping grass eater.

Heather slowly wakes up. She is fairly comfortable and it feels like she fell asleep in the hay barn again but she is not itchy

Henry is next to her and that is odd he doesn't like to sleep in the hay like Heather sometimes does...

She is outside? what? why is the hay outside....

oh yeah ....

Heather moves over to Asmo and borrows her face into his soft fur as she begins to cry.

Aszomog shares the sad with Heather

Aszomog snuffles the smalls