There we were me and my friend, running exhausted through the misty forest from a pot with legs. He had aztec paint all over his clay face, his eyes were glowing yellow. Eventually we lost he, we went back to my house to hide for a bit. Just then we heard a sound outside, it was the pot, he was going back to his rock where he stood for the night. In the morning i want to call for my friend we went to see if the pot was there. It was, but nothing happend so we went home.
By jay.