As the blades of the helicopter rotated quicker and quicker, the mysterious figure was lifted out of sight and into the clouds. X fell to he ground and pondered for a while. Where would he go? How will he survive? There were no organizations for financial relief, and there certainly wasn't anyone he could go live with. It seemed a miracle would be needed for X to continue living a tolerable lifestyle.
And a miracle came.
X heard a faint whistle from the forest opposite his destroyed home. He thought it was the wind blowing against the trees, or an animal rustling through looking for shelter. The creature had obviously felt the change in temperature and could sense a coming storm.
He heard it again. Louder, this time. X slowly moved closer to the forest, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever it was making the noise.
"Go around!" whispered the hoarse voice of a tree.
"Excuse me?" X was too perplexed to move. All he wanted was to have a nice cup of tea in front of his fire place with his dog, and now trees were talking to him?
"Oh, for God's sake, man, can you make it more obvious?" A wrinkled snake reached out of the trees and grabbed X, pulling him into the forest. "You're going to have us both killed, kid!" It was in fact an arm that grabbed him, and the raspy voice belonged to a old man who stood at about five feet tall.
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