The next day Bertey woke up to the sound of crunching. Outside in the forest he saw a massive black outline that looked like a lion devouring a rotten fox crunching and munching along. Bertey screamed his heart out and woke up Fred who bravely approached this outline, drew his dagger, and stabbed … a MOUSE!
“See” said Fred “I told you I wasn’t that bad. Why on earth did you wake me up?” Complained Fred.
“To be fair I thought it was a lion, you saw it too,” argued Bertey.
“This is not the end of this but for now we need to get that ruby and save our town.” said Fred.
Stealthily, they sneaked out of the tree and headed to the crooked castle. Several hours later they were faced with a river. It was Bertey’s time to shine, he carried his brother along the steppingstones and by dawn they had arrived at the outskirts of the castle.
There were guards all around it, how could they get in? Suddenly they saw something in the distance. Fred ran towards it but before he could get there, he fell on top of Bertey. They had no choice but to follow it.
After a few minutes, they arrived in the castle dungeon with barred windows, they found a hay bale to sleep on and rest their wings. Outside a storm raged and thunder struck the trees. Inside a flame flickered as a mouse scuttered along the floor, Bertey hid in the corner and the argument from earlier continued.
“I knew I was right.”
“No, I’m right.”
“Say’s the person cowering behind a hay bale.” As the evening got darker, the conversation started to die down and soon both were sound asleep.