(sorry, a bit busy, and my computer got yet another virus of a long line of viruses. just be aware that I'll be working on the library's computers now.)
as the caravan got faster, the more severe the bumps of the road became. my head bumped against the ceiling as I tumbled off the tower of supplies crates. as I fell, the bumps made the tower fall on top of me (thus making a big racket of crates falling), I dodged a few, but the last crate on the very top landed on my wing. "Ack!" I tried to pull it out from under me, but it hurt to do so. my head was pounding in a harsh headache from hitting my head on the ceiling. I blacked out from the pain.












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