Little Boy Of The Mountain V
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He did not know why, but just then the little boy was caught up in a sudden and violent fear that overwhelmed him, much greater than that of all his experiences thus far that day. His stomach suddenly felt heavy as lead. He spun around and bolted back towards where he had left Clipper. He must return to the house! Something was wrong. These were his only thoughts then. He forgot the encounter with the wyrm almost entirely, as he squeezed back through to the waterfall and carefully clambered back down the tree. Movement began to return to his injured hand, but it was not very useful. It was not easy getting back down, but he managed.
Sprinting heedless around the lower pool, he kicked his wooden fishing tripod over by mistake, and it's three timbers (which were quite thick and heavy to support his ornate stave) were knocked into the water with a splash he did not hear. It was a lucky reminder of his stave, which he had forgotten about. He spun around and grabbed it - it had landed on the sandy bank right near the pond. He ran along the big flagstones back down the valley. The boy felt the pain in his foot of the moment of impact with the tripod, but yet he did not - for his mind was fixed on returning home for some reason he could not access, but felt he knew.