JT walked into the next town and found quite a carnival atmosphere. There were well armed men on horses in a cluster at one end of the town square. On the other end, there were men on 2 large wagons handing out goods to everyone clustered around them. It was loud with everyone clamoring for items the men were handing out. The items they were handing out did not look new. In fact, the items they were handing out looked as if it was everything one would need to furnish a house.
After a while JT felt the urge to leave the house on the rock. He thought he should be moving, how else was he to find out what he was searching for? One morning, he set out down the dusty road until he came to a forest.
There were so many trees, that he had never seen a forest this large before. After walking for a couple of hours he heard a faint sound of panic. “Help, Help.” The faint cry came.
JT ran towards the sound as fast as he could go. He hoped he could arrive in time to help whoever was in trouble.
The cries for help were stronger with each step he took. As he rounded the next bend, he saw a crowd of people standing and watching something. He came up to the crowd and managed to slip between them, as he was so small, and finally made it to the front.
There was a man that appeared to be stuck in quicksand, and he was submerged up to his neck. “Help, someone, please help me!!” the man cried frantically. The quicksand was not that large, it was only about 2 arm spans wide, but this unfortunate man was right in the middle of it.
