It was a very sheer morning, when the sun first began to soar. Twisted willow found herself in a deep coma and concealed by a thick layer of alder, she browsed around her faint eyesight made it harder for her to fathom the situation. She finally got command of herself, and stood unstably. She went toward the entrance of the peculiar den and a did not see a single den nor cat. The sight was unbearable, "the two legs have been here" she said under her breath. The agony went straight to her head. She finally snapped back into shape, she started saunter past the untouched broom. She smelled a inexplicable odor, it was distant in the gaping woodla