A tiny cry for help?!

The woods around Willing village are rather large, spanning across miles. For those that have never been here, it would be easy to get lost. However, most of us locals know to follow Mcfurry creek to get back to town.

"The trees look like fireworks. They're so pretty"

It was the middle of October and the leaves were beginning to change colors. It was a beautiful display of reds, yellows, and orange.

"I don't know. They look like sherbet to me."

Carolinia started to ask why, when I heard something faint in the distance.

"Wait! Did you hear that?" I whispered.

"Hear what?" She looked confused as she listened.

"I heard a tiny voice calling out for help."

"I didn't hear anyth...."

"Help!!!"

"There!!! It's this way!! C'mon!!!" I called out excitedly and ran in the direction the voice was coming from.