The day was beautiful.

The sun shone and birds were singing. Even butterflies flew. Then the disturbing came. A red monster truck raced on the hilly graver road. He rode towards the bank. There he turned around and rushed to other way. There was hills like ramps there he jumped and made a turns and landed on his wheels.

His red paint shone in the sunlight. His flame on his side flicked. The wind was cool and the truck liked it.

He saw another ramp and drived over it. "Who-hooo!" he shouted when he made somersoults. He landed safely on his wheels.

There he saw the wood peaces. He took them with his hook and they fliew on his back. When he was ready to drove back then he saw old book. He wanted to know what was writed in it but that wasn't his. He looked around and thought:" Someone has forgotten it here. I better take that with me." He took the book with his wheel and drove back.

In the camp was busy. The purple truck put the tents up, humans looked around the camp to find the best spot to make a fire, the green one was looking for food, the white one with blue stripes was taking the water and orange one with purple stripes was ready to light the fire.

When they were done then they heard a familiar signal. There was the red truck. He got woods! "Wow! So many woods!" the girl said. Red truck took them to the fire place. Orange truck cutted trough the wood and trowed into the fire. Red truck showed them his founding. "Why it was in the forest?" the white truck asked. Red truck answered" I don't know. Maybe it was someone's most interesting book that they took it with them and then they lost it." The boy took the marshmallows and saw a map. He took that and showed it to his friends. There was only the lines and in the corner was writed:" The one who has sorcery, needs to follow the path to the pond. There they have to hide their powers, someone always wants them. Once your safe, you can talk to Angel and the Angel helps."

"I don't know what it all means," he said.