The side story is on the notes and credits. Click green flag to hear music and small animation.
My entry! Animation: The raccoon has blinking eyes. Back story: That night in the forest, we were sleeping. No predators came near the tree. We were safe and sound. My dad was basically the "leader" of most of the animals in the forest. I didn't have a mother, so does my dad. He cared a lot for me. He taught me how to hunt when I grow up, he hunted for fish, he gives me food, OH how caring he is! Then, we heard a sound. It sounded like some machine noise. My father asked "What was it?" I didn't know. We were sure it was something harmless. We went back the sleep. Later, UGH that sound was stuck in our ears! It came closer and now we heard some crunching noises. We were now aware of this mysterious noise. It was really dark that night. Almost no one can see us. We saw some light after that. It became brighter and we heard some talking here. It came closer, closer, closer. Until, we saw some black figures! They were humans cutting down trees! The humans didn't notice us while cutting a tree a little far from us. Our escape path was narrow. Really narrow. We ran and ran. I didn't even look back! "Run my child!" Dad exclaimed. "But Dad..." I said. "HURRY YOU'VE GOT TIME!" Dad yelled. "Don't tell me you are sacr-" I said interrupted. "GO! I WILL RUN YOUR DIRECTION AFTER I TELL MOST OF THE ANIMALS WHERE TO GO!" Dad said. I was about to cry. "Sure..." I said. I ran at my top speed. I looked behind and I saw Dad looking at me. I could hear animals screaming in terror behind. I ran and ran for 15 minutes. Until... I couldn't hear anything. I yelled on top of my lungs my Dad's call. It was used to communicate to each other. But I heard nothing. I kept calling but nothing. Then, I saw lots of black figures. Maybe one of them was Dad! "DAD! RIGHT HERE!" I yelled. I waited for them and Dad to come. I looked at every single survivor. Good thing there was no predator. After that, no Dad... "Where's Dad?" I said to a squirrel. The squirrel said, "I simply don't know I didn't look back, sorry" After asking all of the survivors, none of them knew where Dad was. "Does that mean... he's dead...?" I said to myself quietly. I and the survivors waited there for 1 hour. No Dad. Tears started to roll in my eyes then my face. I went up a hill. I knew there was Dad was dead. I mourned for him and I'm sure I will mourn for him almost everyday. My hatred to the "tree-cutters" started to rise. I started to remember the good times with my Father. I thought about the time he took great care of me when I was born. I remembered the feast we had. For hours... I was mourning. But Dad is still with me, inherited will is inside me. Dad is still here... I can hear him... He is in my heart forever... "I love you... and Dad.... thank you..."
