I’m glad to be finally out of my dinky apartment and inhaled the rain-scented air outside. What a great day to be out, I thought. I walked absentmindedly to the park before spotting an empty bench and plopped myself onto it.
“Huh...” I sighed contentedly before pulling out my pocketbook and began musing for a story inspiration. “Let’s see... should I continue on my plot about that fantasy novel? Or should I just start on that new adventure idea I’ve been dying to put on paper?” I talked to myself.
But before I got the chance to do anything, I heard a strange noise from behind a huge tree beside me, “Psst!”
I halted and threw a curious glance to the innocent-looking tree. Am I hearing things?
“Psst! You, yes you!” the voice said again, this time accompanied by a gloved hand beckoning at me.
There it went again, I guess I wasn’t really hearing things. But who was that? Fueled by only sheer curiosity, I scooted closer to the tree and whispered back cautiously, “Yes? What is it?”
“Listen, Buddy, we need your help… only you can help us!” the hand 'said'.
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