He couldn’t dig anymore. His paws were filthy, sore, and bleeding. His whole body hurt. He needed water.
“Hello?” he cried out again. “Please…”
No answer.
“Please. I don’t know what I did.”
No answer.
“I’ll be good next time. Just let me out. Is it a joke? It isn’t funny.”
No answer.
Was it a prank one of the Leaves was playing on him? What had he done to deserve it? Could he even remember?
He struggled to remember anything. Anything at all. Anything about himself.
“Hello?”
He began to scream.