ground attacking our intrepid band.
Noises of scuffling from
the attack were mixed with the sounds of
exchanged blows and bites. Screams of anger and
pain filled the forest. The trees could not tell if
the rats were able to escape because of the dust that was
stirred up from the scuffle. They paused without
making a sound until the
sky became clear and then there was silence
as the last of the winged rats
drifted from view.