"La Desperada" by baltogirl62791 A stale wind was blowing through the gnarled trees of the Spooky Woods. It was a grey, dreary cloudy day as usual. Broo sighed once more. Living in this kind of neighborhood didn't help their dim outlook. He flopped down under a tree, wrapped his arms tightly around his knees and sobbed. Everything seemed utterly hopeless. An acorn bounced off his head...
Dry Danger: Part One "I'm sorry, my little friend, but what this little fellow is suffering from is dehydration. As am I, and you, and everyone else in this desert. Without our much needed rainfall, I'm afraid there is nothing I can do for him..."