Chapter 8: Dead

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Dead.... was I dead??? I wake up, I'm alive, In my bed, with mum who doesn't look a single bit panicked, I was dreaming.... "Tail-swisher...? You awake???" Mum whispers "I've got a surprise for yooou" She takes me by the scruff and carries me out to an interesting looking tree, it's got daisies, like the one on my ear. God it's been so long since I've seen vegetation... did she make this for me? "Whadd'ya think?," she says, hopefully "I... I don't like it..." I reply, she looks upset, "I LOVE IT!!!" I soon scream. She giggles, I've played that trick on her before. "Well, go on!" She encourages. I climb up and it's perfect... nice and cool, breezy, just plain pleasant. "You should come up here too, mum! It's great!" I beckon "Way ahead of you, tail-swisher!" She replies as starting to jump onto the branch that leads to the centre of this grand tree. We discuss why she left but never came back, it was because she was scared dad would hate her for leaving. Heh, I can see why. Before we know it, the Nakolians are back, Winter being the leader "Quick!" Mum panicked, "Climb as high as you can and DON'T move! Mum will take care of these vermin!" She leaps off the tree while I start climbing upwards to the point where the branch is nearly breaking.

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