Dennis regained consciousness.
His body hurt, but apparently nothing was broken.
He felt around with his hands until he found his glasses. He was surprised to find them unscratched.
It took him a while to understand what had happened.
The place was dark, it looked like a cavern. Except for the trees.
He was on top of a soft moss patch.
“How did I get here?... oh” the skunk stopped talking after raising his head to the ceiling of the cave. A small circle of light was on top of him.
Had the ground collapsed under him? One way or the other he felt extremely lucky that he didn’t die from the fall, but that feeling faded away once he realized he didn’t have a way to climb back up.
The cave was big, and Dennis was going to stay put and yell for help, but then he felt a draft. He smiled and licked one of his fingers before raising it up in the air. He couldn’t help himself and started talking aloud.
“Hmm... The draft is coming from that direction, so there is obviously some way out. And these rocks are formed by the sedimentation of...”
The little skunk was in his own world, relating his every step out loud as if it was some nature TV special.
“... and these trees over here... trees?”
Dennis went silent. There were not supposed to be trees inside caves. “It doesn’t make sense” he said, but the trees were there, without any sunlight to feed them.
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