>>95912608
Kretyn did not recognize this part of the forest. There was no shiny red balls on the trees to eat. Ugh! Those were tasty snacks, but the memory of them only pained him now. Kretyn could not risk stealing from a worm again. Huh!? Was that water? It was water! The sky was crying again. Kretyn always got sad when the sky cried. He took his worm friend from his pocket and sheltered them both from the cloud tears, beneath a big tree. Be brave, little one. Kretyn would find a tutor for wormspeak soon, once it was dry again. And hopefully food too.