The Golden furbling

The journey

As the little furbling settled in the woods he unloaded his backpack and grabbed an apple. Once he ate his apple, a plastic bag caught his horses eye. The horse jumped and squirmed. The furbling jumped off the horse as the horse disappeared into the thick layers of fog. As the lonely furbling walked across the deep dark forest, a strange figure flew across the sky and ran towards the furbling. He was terrified! The furbling shivered as a chill quivered down the poor furbling. Was this the end? Was this the end of the journey to save his mother? Was this journey a mistake? Should he go back? The furbling moved away. Backing up slowly. TO BE CONTINUED