Mirumagiqum
“I think the Mountaineers of this age have proven ourselves.”
Furia
The ant almost protested but realized he had to trust his friend. He nodded and carefully climbed onto the bird’s foot.
“How are you going to convince her to set me free?” the caterpillow asked.
“You must trust me as well,” the ant responded with a smile.
They were getting closer and closer to the cliff, where it seemed Ms. Corvid had decided was a fine place to make a meal of the caterpillow. The ant knew he was running out of time. He climbed up the bird’s back and made his way to her head, holding on tight as his little body blew this way and that in the strong winds. Finally, he climbed right onto her black beak, squarely between her eyes.
She gasped. “Just who do you think you are, climbing onto me?
