The tiny Paramite wandered the forest, terrified. It had just narrowly escaped being detected by a band of Fleeches, and was walking slowly and quietly. He came to a sort of clearing. A road, maybe. Though, the Paramite daren't walk the road. It was too open, he could get seen. So, he decided to walk alongside the road, still in the bushes. It began to snow. The Paramite knew this was going to be bad, he could sense it. He didn't want to stay in the cold.
The Paramite decided to find a heat source. It wandered carefully through a hole in a tree, and found a bush, radiating some heat. It crawled over to the heat source, and found it to be a big, dark green lump. The small creature crawled onto the lump. It was very cosy, and lay down. Then it could feel the mass moving, and became scared. It hissed loudly and fell off the Slig backwards, and struggled on it's back, flipped over and hid in the bush. It's tiny head poked out, and watched the Slig, fearfully.
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