Dusk came way too fast. I trace back the path to the creek. They're expecting me soon; I hope supper doesn't start without me.
Which way was it?
Oh, there's the tall tree!
I can't see very well. If I can find the creek, I can make it home. I need to go to the forest.
I hop from rock-to-rock running round the trees as fast as my little legs can carry me. Woah! I slipped on some moss. My knee stings a lot. I pick myself up and stumble forward.
Where is it?
I hope they won't be mad.
Where are you, creek?
I see them. The jellyfish in the creek glow magically in the shadows. A sense of familiarity washes over me.
I follow their radiance, walking along the bank of the stream, feeling the lukewarm water soak my feet. The jellyfish slowly reach out with their arms and softly caress my legs.
I kneel over. My knee still stings. I cup my hands and reach to lift one up. A brilliant bright blue glow comes into my hands. It wraps its arms around my fingers, gently squeezing me. Its slippery membrane coats my hand before slipping through my fingers back into the stream with the others. I coat my knee with their soft gel. It feels much better.
I follow along the creek and see the smoke from the furnace. The comforting smell of tomato soup fills the air. Home.
