In a crooked little town
They were lost and never found
Fallen leaves
On the ground
Run away before you drown
Or the streets will beat you down
Fallen leaves
On the ground
They were lost and never found
Fallen leaves
On the ground
Run away before you drown
Or the streets will beat you down
Fallen leaves
On the ground
"No. You need exercise, Saru. You can't sit at home all the time--it makes you grouchy and soft. Out."
Saru felt a shoe shove itself under his belly and lift him off of his soft couch. He screamed in protest, tearing at the fabric of the shoe with his claws in anger. It held him over a trap door, which opened, and the shoe turned sharply, attempting to dump him into the darkness below. Saru clung to the shoe with his fingertips, flailing and screeching. The end of a broom came in for aid, and the little rengosett dropped like a brick.
He landed on his head painfully to the sound of a slamming door and footsteps quietly fading somewhere above him. The little room he was in had shed its darkness in favor of a soft, quiet pumpkin-orange glow due to Saru's fiery tail. He squinted in the dim light he provided and examined the room a bit more carefully. There were several doors perched on the heavily rippled dirt floor (which very much made it appear as though he were jammed into the hollow trunk of some large tree), all midget-sized and misshapen, with a single, acorn-like handle on either the right or the left side of the door--there was really no rhyme or reason for which way the door handle was placed. Each door was a different shade of brown, and each led to a different, completely random destination. Saru was used to this room--it was the only way anyone left that house, and it was a very unfun game for its inhabitants to find just where that door went so that they could go back home. Whenever someone said it was time to get "exercise," this was what they were referring to. Groaning loudly, Saru firmly grasped the handle of the door directly in front of him, closed his eyes, and pulled.
There was the feeling of being shoved from behind, and he landed on his face in a pile of Autumn leaves. Shaking and spitting, the rengosett raised his head from the pile and took one good look around. He was... In a forest? He sat up and furrowed his brow, looking a bit more closely. It wasn't Roraldi--the shining, happy trees of Roraldi forest were a far cry from the twisted oaks that dominated these woods. Saru inhaled deeply, balled his paws into fists, and screamed at the top of his furious lungs. His high-pitched, screechy sound of wrath echoed loudly between the gnarled trees for quite some distance, silencing what little timid whispers there had been, alerted to someone's presence. This wasn't Roraldi--meaning, he had never been here before. Usually on these outings, he had visited that location sometime prior, and had a general idea of where the second door might be hiding. It made the worst part of his day much faster and much less painful to bear. When he didn't know where he was, well... He might be here for weeks, just searching for a single door that only he could see. His face turned red from the duration of his scream. It wasn't fair.
Somewhere far away, a slender figure rocked in their chair and grinned, patting a broom handle into the palm of their outstretched hand. They knew exactly where the door went--as a matter of fact, they were waiting on the other side of it!
"Come on, Saru," the figure hummed softly, "We're all waiting."
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