Chapter 2: Sightings
Chevil was walking along the never ending rows of trees. Wondering where he was going and where to find his tribe. Meanwhile, an industrial place that also worked for Gereld were said to keep a look out, as having Gerelds memory almost back. A slig, No. 64325676 and No.96545 thought they saw a mudokon. With No.96545, or Gary, (easier way) Gary's zoom in googles he held the wantede paper close to his face and...."It's a MATCH!" Gary yelled out. No.64325676 (or Cody) sounded the alarm. Sligs were running in the forest. Chevil was running ahead of them trieng to get away! "
Now what!? Wait!" Chevil said having an Idea.
He saw a tree, he grabbed hold of the stump of wirled around the fleing mess of flieing sligs. whew, that was close Ack!" Chevil was startled by the loud bark of a sloggie. "Go! move it! thes sligs need you!" Chevil tried to get it away. The sloggie grrrd and Chevil. "uhoh." Chevil climbed up a tree as fast as he could. "What's going on ol' pal? Meh com'on. That mud escaped. Chevoil climbed down and headed toward a stream to rehydrate. chevil thought he should of never left the cave, but there was no turning back now. Chevil practiced morphing into scrabs and paramites, knowing he might need the knowledge later...
there's chapter 2! Ch. 3 coming soon.
