Swoosh!
Little Stone ran through the night, carrying Owen on his back.
Owen was afraid, so he could not run fast.
Little Stone had no choice but to carry him.
They headed toward a small hill In the distance.
"Sob! Sob!" Owen cried as he held tightly for Little Stone. He blamed himself for running like this. He felt useless. He could not help his friends.
Instead, he ran away when they were in danger.
In ten minutes, Little Stone and Owen arrived at a hill.
They stopped at the foot of the small hill, and Owen got down from Little Stone's back.
Rumble!
The ground shook, and three stone walls rose like a small hut.
Swoosh!
Little Stone abruptly turned his head to the side.
Owen, noticing this, also looked in that direction. He could not see anything.
Rumble!
