Thread:YingHe/@comment-34012245-20191102055037/@comment-36159587-20191103000953

On the next log, Galaxian tripped (of course). The small creatures scrambled aside to avoid having five pounds of deity fall on them, and then waited for him to get up, which was about three seconds later, though he was now complaining lightly under his breath.

Seeing someone's shadow falling over their destination, though, the scavengers stopped. Turning to GalaxE with a squeak, they rushed back into the undergrowth from whence they came.

"Hey!" he protested, but the tiny mice were swift and gone. His voice echoed through the trees.